The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Τόμος 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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Σελίδα vii
... Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 • 137 138 139 • 141 145 148 151 153 · 154 159 159 • The Recollection 162 Το 165 Lines 166 A Dirge 168 Charles ...
... Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 • 137 138 139 • 141 145 148 151 153 · 154 159 159 • The Recollection 162 Το 165 Lines 166 A Dirge 168 Charles ...
Σελίδα 35
... lady - pigs , The tender heart of every boar acquits Their QUEEN , of any act incongruous With native piggishness ... ladies , Erin's laureate sings it , Rich and rare were the gems she wore . " See Moore's Irish Melodies . Decked with ...
... lady - pigs , The tender heart of every boar acquits Their QUEEN , of any act incongruous With native piggishness ... ladies , Erin's laureate sings it , Rich and rare were the gems she wore . " See Moore's Irish Melodies . Decked with ...
Σελίδα 41
... Lady P. - it cannot fail . [ Taking up the bag Your majesty ( to SWELLFOOT ) In such a filthy business had better Stand on one side , lest it should sprinkle you . A spot or two on me would do no harm ; Nay , it might hide the blood ...
... Lady P. - it cannot fail . [ Taking up the bag Your majesty ( to SWELLFOOT ) In such a filthy business had better Stand on one side , lest it should sprinkle you . A spot or two on me would do no harm ; Nay , it might hide the blood ...
Σελίδα 59
... Lady of his love , who then First knew the unreserve of mingled being , He walked along the pathway of a field , Which to the east a hoar wood shadowed o'er , But to the west was open to the sky . There now the sun had sunk , but lines ...
... Lady of his love , who then First knew the unreserve of mingled being , He walked along the pathway of a field , Which to the east a hoar wood shadowed o'er , But to the west was open to the sky . There now the sun had sunk , but lines ...
Σελίδα 60
... lady found her lover dead and cold . Let none believe that God in mercy gave That stroke . The lady died not , nor grew wild , But year by year lived on - in truth I think Her gentleness and patience and sad smiles , And that she did ...
... lady found her lover dead and cold . Let none believe that God in mercy gave That stroke . The lady died not , nor grew wild , But year by year lived on - in truth I think Her gentleness and patience and sad smiles , And that she did ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Σελίδα 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Σελίδα 99 - 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! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Σελίδα 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Σελίδα 138 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Σελίδα 322 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Σελίδα 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Σελίδα 319 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Σελίδα 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Σελίδα 327 - 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.
Σελίδα 321 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.