The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyT. Y. Crowell Company, 1865 - 705 страници |
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... wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral window , but the teints ...
... wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral window , but the teints ...
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... wind at even , That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea , And dies on the creation of its breath , And sinks and rises , fails and swells by fits : Was the pure stream of feeling That sprang from these sweet notes , And o'er the ...
... wind at even , That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea , And dies on the creation of its breath , And sinks and rises , fails and swells by fits : Was the pure stream of feeling That sprang from these sweet notes , And o'er the ...
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... wind In melancholy loneliness , and swept The desert of those ocean solitudes , But vocal to the sea - bird's harrowing shriek , The bellowing monster , and the rushing storm ; Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds Of kindliest ...
... wind In melancholy loneliness , and swept The desert of those ocean solitudes , But vocal to the sea - bird's harrowing shriek , The bellowing monster , and the rushing storm ; Now to the sweet and many mingling sounds Of kindliest ...
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... wind Their wasting dust , wildly he wandered on , Day after day , a weary waste of hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair Sered by the ...
... wind Their wasting dust , wildly he wandered on , Day after day , a weary waste of hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair Sered by the ...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the ... winds Upon resplendent clouds , so rapidly Along the dark and ruffled waters fled The straining boat . A whirlwind swept ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the ... winds Upon resplendent clouds , so rapidly Along the dark and ruffled waters fled The straining boat . A whirlwind swept ...
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Страница 487 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Страница 506 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Страница 599 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Страница 606 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high : Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Страница 503 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Страница 502 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Страница 485 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Страница 503 - And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.
Страница 580 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought...
Страница 578 - Here pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou ! too surely shall thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become...