The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One VolumeE. Moxon, 1871 - 715 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 4
... stood All beautiful in naked purity , The perfect semblance of its bodily frame . Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace , Each stain of earthliness Had passed away , it reassumed Its native dignity , and stood Immortal amid ruin ...
... stood All beautiful in naked purity , The perfect semblance of its bodily frame . Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace , Each stain of earthliness Had passed away , it reassumed Its native dignity , and stood Immortal amid ruin ...
Σελίδα 10
... stood ; Their very site shall be forgotten , As is their builder's name ! Behold yon sterile spot ; Where now the wandering Arab's tent Flaps in the desert - blast . There once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand ...
... stood ; Their very site shall be forgotten , As is their builder's name ! Behold yon sterile spot ; Where now the wandering Arab's tent Flaps in the desert - blast . There once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand ...
Σελίδα 11
... stood , There is a moral desert now : The mean and miserable huts , The yet more wretched palaces , Contrasted with those ancient fanes , Now crumbling to oblivion ; The long and lonely colonnades , Through which the ghost of Freedom ...
... stood , There is a moral desert now : The mean and miserable huts , The yet more wretched palaces , Contrasted with those ancient fanes , Now crumbling to oblivion ; The long and lonely colonnades , Through which the ghost of Freedom ...
Σελίδα 12
... stood . How strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose ...
... stood . How strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose ...
Σελίδα 19
... stood . Within yon forest is a gloomy glen- Each tree which guards its darkness from the day , Waves o'er a warrior's tomb . I see thee shrink , Surpassing Spirit ! -wert thou human else ? I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across ...
... stood . Within yon forest is a gloomy glen- Each tree which guards its darkness from the day , Waves o'er a warrior's tomb . I see thee shrink , Surpassing Spirit ! -wert thou human else ? I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across ...
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One Volume Percy Bysshe Shelley Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1853 |
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beams Beatrice beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dream earth eyes fair fear feel fell fire flame flow flowers gentle grave green grew hair hand hate hear heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy knew lady land leaves light lips live lone looked mighty mind moon morning mother mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past Peter rest round scorn seemed shadow shapes silent slaves sleep smile soft soon soul sound speak spirit spring stand stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought Till tower truth turned voice wandering waves weep wide wild wind wings woods youth
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Σελίδα 485 - 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!
Σελίδα 245 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Σελίδα 483 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 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)...
Σελίδα 576 - The One remains, the many change and pass : Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Σελίδα 382 - ... trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Σελίδα 501 - Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The...
Σελίδα 604 - 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.
Σελίδα 503 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Σελίδα 597 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 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 503 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...