The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 3
... beam Like Hesperus o'er the western sea ; Some dashed athwart with trains of flame , Like worlds to death and ruin driven ; Some shone like suns , and as the chariot passed , Eclipsed all other light . Spirit of Nature ! here ! In this ...
... beam Like Hesperus o'er the western sea ; Some dashed athwart with trains of flame , Like worlds to death and ruin driven ; Some shone like suns , and as the chariot passed , Eclipsed all other light . Spirit of Nature ! here ! In this ...
Σελίδα 6
... and fearless than the trembling judge , Who , clothed in venal power , vainly strove To bind the impassive spirit ; -when he falls , His mild eye beams benevolence no more : Inebriate with rage : -loud , and more loud The 6 QUEEN MAB .
... and fearless than the trembling judge , Who , clothed in venal power , vainly strove To bind the impassive spirit ; -when he falls , His mild eye beams benevolence no more : Inebriate with rage : -loud , and more loud The 6 QUEEN MAB .
Σελίδα 7
... beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to ... beam ; yon castled steep , Whose banner hangeth o'er the time - worn tower So idly , that rapt fancy deemeth it A ...
... beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to ... beam ; yon castled steep , Whose banner hangeth o'er the time - worn tower So idly , that rapt fancy deemeth it A ...
Σελίδα 8
... beams of frosty morning dance Along the spangling snow . There tracks of blood Even to the forest's depth , and scattered arms , And lifeless warriors , whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not , mark the dreadful Of the ...
... beams of frosty morning dance Along the spangling snow . There tracks of blood Even to the forest's depth , and scattered arms , And lifeless warriors , whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not , mark the dreadful Of the ...
Σελίδα 10
... beam ) , might alone subdue . Him , every slave now dragging through the filth Of some corrupted city his sad life , Pining with famine , swoln with luxury , Blunting the keenness of his spiritual sense With narrow schemings and ...
... beam ) , might alone subdue . Him , every slave now dragging through the filth Of some corrupted city his sad life , Pining with famine , swoln with luxury , Blunting the keenness of his spiritual sense With narrow schemings and ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Σελίδα 260 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Σελίδα 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Σελίδα 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Σελίδα 292 - 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...
Σελίδα 259 - 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. Why not I with thine...
Σελίδα 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Σελίδα 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Σελίδα 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Σελίδα 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Σελίδα 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...