The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyT. Y. Crowell Company, 1865 - 705 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 8
... waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet likest evening's vault , that fairy Hall ! As Heaven , low resting on the wave , it spread Its floors of flashing light , Its ...
... waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet likest evening's vault , that fairy Hall ! As Heaven , low resting on the wave , it spread Its floors of flashing light , Its ...
Σελίδα 19
... 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 thy stainless features : yet fear not ; This is no unconnected misery , Nor stands uncaused ...
... 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 thy stainless features : yet fear not ; This is no unconnected misery , Nor stands uncaused ...
Σελίδα 32
... waves on waves tumultuous heap Confusion to the clouds , and fiercely driven Heaven's lightnings scorch the uprooted ocean fords , Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems ...
... waves on waves tumultuous heap Confusion to the clouds , and fiercely driven Heaven's lightnings scorch the uprooted ocean fords , Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems ...
Σελίδα 41
... waves . The habitable earth is full of bliss ; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snow - storms round the poles , Where matter dared not vegetate nor live , But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound ...
... waves . The habitable earth is full of bliss ; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snow - storms round the poles , Where matter dared not vegetate nor live , But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound ...
Σελίδα 42
... waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In melancholy loneliness , and swept The desert of those ocean ... wave , Which like a toil - worn labourer leaps to shore , To meet the kisses of the flowrets there . All things are ...
... waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In melancholy loneliness , and swept The desert of those ocean ... wave , Which like a toil - worn labourer leaps to shore , To meet the kisses of the flowrets there . All things are ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beneath blood breath bright calm Camillo caves Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dread dream earth eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle Giacomo grave green hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips live lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty mind Minotaur moon morning mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea Peter Bell Prometheus Purganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Σελίδα 487 - 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! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Σελίδα 506 - 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 599 - 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...
Σελίδα 606 - 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 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Σελίδα 502 - 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. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Σελίδα 485 - 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) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Σελίδα 503 - And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.
Σελίδα 580 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought...
Σελίδα 578 - 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 ! too surely shall thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become...