The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Τόμος 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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Σελίδα 49
... weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! -for , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability . ON DEATH ...
... weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! -for , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability . ON DEATH ...
Σελίδα 94
... , Which he so feebly calls - they all are gone ! Fond wretch , all dead , those vacant names alone , This most familiar scene , my pain- These tombs alone remain . Misery , my sweetest friend - O ! weep no 34 DEATH .
... , Which he so feebly calls - they all are gone ! Fond wretch , all dead , those vacant names alone , This most familiar scene , my pain- These tombs alone remain . Misery , my sweetest friend - O ! weep no 34 DEATH .
Σελίδα 95
Percy Bysshe Shelley. Misery , my sweetest friend - O ! weep no more ! Thou wilt not be consoled - I wonder not ; For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door Watch the calm sunset with them , and this spot Was even as bright and calm ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. Misery , my sweetest friend - O ! weep no more ! Thou wilt not be consoled - I wonder not ; For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door Watch the calm sunset with them , and this spot Was even as bright and calm ...
Σελίδα 106
... Seeks yet its lost repose in thee . I share thy crime . I cannot choose But weep for thee : mine own strange grief But seldom stoops to such relief ; Nor ever did I love thee less , Though mourning 106 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... Seeks yet its lost repose in thee . I share thy crime . I cannot choose But weep for thee : mine own strange grief But seldom stoops to such relief ; Nor ever did I love thee less , Though mourning 106 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
Σελίδα 107
... weep that thou Shouldst love me still , -thou only ! -There , Let us sit on that gray stone , Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear ...
... weep that thou Shouldst love me still , -thou only ! -There , Let us sit on that gray stone , Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear ...
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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.