The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Том 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 страници |
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... follow . Henry . Thou lead , my sweet , ' Tis Fenici's seat Where you are going ? This is not the way , Mamma ; it leads behind those trees that grow Close to the little river . Helen . Yes I know- I was bewildered , Kiss me , and be ...
... follow . Henry . Thou lead , my sweet , ' Tis Fenici's seat Where you are going ? This is not the way , Mamma ; it leads behind those trees that grow Close to the little river . Helen . Yes I know- I was bewildered , Kiss me , and be ...
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... follow His soul to it's home so cold and hollow . He was a tyrant to the weak , And we were such , alas the day ! Oft , when my little ones at play , Were in youth's natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers ...
... follow His soul to it's home so cold and hollow . He was a tyrant to the weak , And we were such , alas the day ! Oft , when my little ones at play , Were in youth's natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers ...
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... follows , pale and wild , The murderers and corse of her only child ; And when we came to the prison door And I prayed to share his dungeon floor With prayers which rarely have been spurned , And when men drove me forth and I Stared ...
... follows , pale and wild , The murderers and corse of her only child ; And when we came to the prison door And I prayed to share his dungeon floor With prayers which rarely have been spurned , And when men drove me forth and I Stared ...
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... follow ye ! Love sometimes leads astray to misery . Yet think not , tho ' subdued ( and I may well Say that I am subdued ) —that the full bell Within me would infect the untainted breast Of sacred nature with its own unrest ; As some ...
... follow ye ! Love sometimes leads astray to misery . Yet think not , tho ' subdued ( and I may well Say that I am subdued ) —that the full bell Within me would infect the untainted breast Of sacred nature with its own unrest ; As some ...
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... Follow it thou even to the night , but I Am weary . " - Then like one who with the weight Of his own words is staggered , wearily He paused ; and , ere he could resume , I cried : First , who art thou ? " - " Before thy memory , 66 " I ...
... Follow it thou even to the night , but I Am weary . " - Then like one who with the weight Of his own words is staggered , wearily He paused ; and , ere he could resume , I cried : First , who art thou ? " - " Before thy memory , 66 " I ...
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Страница 70 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Страница 35 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden thy shadow fell on me — I shrieked, and clasped my hands in...
Страница 69 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Страница 48 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Страница 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Страница 73 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
Страница 128 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
Страница 27 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Страница 63 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Страница 46 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...