The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Том 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 страници |
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... dark although they be , Were dearer than these chesnut woods : Those heathy paths , that inland stream , And the blue mountains , shapes which seem Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream : Which that we have abandoned now , Weighs on the.
... dark although they be , Were dearer than these chesnut woods : Those heathy paths , that inland stream , And the blue mountains , shapes which seem Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream : Which that we have abandoned now , Weighs on the.
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... wood Is a stone seat , a solitude Less like our own . The ghost of peace Will not desert this spot . To - morrow , If thy kind feelings should not cease , We may sit here . Rosalind . And I will follow . Henry . Thou lead , my sweet ...
... wood Is a stone seat , a solitude Less like our own . The ghost of peace Will not desert this spot . To - morrow , If thy kind feelings should not cease , We may sit here . Rosalind . And I will follow . Henry . Thou lead , my sweet ...
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... wood , Thro ' which they took their way ; And the grey shades of evening O'er that green wilderness did fling Still deeper solitude . Pursuing still the path that wound The vast and knotted trees around Thro ' which slow shades were ...
... wood , Thro ' which they took their way ; And the grey shades of evening O'er that green wilderness did fling Still deeper solitude . Pursuing still the path that wound The vast and knotted trees around Thro ' which slow shades were ...
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... wood , A maze of life and light and motion Is woven . But there is stillness now ; Gloom , and the trance of Nature ... woods ; And the owls have all fled far away In a merrier glen to hoot and play , For the moon is veiled and sleeping ...
... wood , A maze of life and light and motion Is woven . But there is stillness now ; Gloom , and the trance of Nature ... woods ; And the owls have all fled far away In a merrier glen to hoot and play , For the moon is veiled and sleeping ...
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... wood , Tore limb from limb their innocent child , And stabbed and trampled on it's mother ; But the youth , for God's most holy grace , A priest saved to burn in the market - place . Duly at evening Helen came To this lone silent spot ...
... wood , Tore limb from limb their innocent child , And stabbed and trampled on it's mother ; But the youth , for God's most holy grace , A priest saved to burn in the market - place . Duly at evening Helen came To this lone silent spot ...
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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...