The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 2Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... leaves her Only one duty , how she may avenge : You , but one refuge from ills ill endured ; Me , but one counsel- LUCRETIA . For we cannot hope That aid , or retribution , or resource Will arise thence , where every other one Might ...
... leaves her Only one duty , how she may avenge : You , but one refuge from ills ill endured ; Me , but one counsel- LUCRETIA . For we cannot hope That aid , or retribution , or resource Will arise thence , where every other one Might ...
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... leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide : Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands have sent my father's soul To ask the mercy he ...
... leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide : Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands have sent my father's soul To ask the mercy he ...
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... leaf From the keen breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ...
... leaf From the keen breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ...
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... leaves Are blighted - white - cold . Say farewell , before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O let me hear You speak ! BEATRICE . Farewell , my tender brother . Think Of our sad fate with gentleness , as now : And let mild , pitying ...
... leaves Are blighted - white - cold . Say farewell , before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O let me hear You speak ! BEATRICE . Farewell , my tender brother . Think Of our sad fate with gentleness , as now : And let mild , pitying ...
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... leaves a flock Of wild swans struggling with the naked storm . So were the lost Greeks on the Danube's day ! If night is mute , yet the returning sun Kindles the voices of the morning birds ; Nor at thy bidding less exultingly Than ...
... leaves a flock Of wild swans struggling with the naked storm . So were the lost Greeks on the Danube's day ! If night is mute , yet the returning sun Kindles the voices of the morning birds ; Nor at thy bidding less exultingly Than ...
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AHASUERUS ALPHEUS FELCH Apennine art thou BEATRICE beneath BERNARDO blood BOAR Boeotia breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace crime curse dæmon dare dark dead dear death deed deep despair Devil dream earth Exeunt eyes father fear flowers folding star gentle GIACOMO grave Greece grew grief hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hues innocent Iona knew lady light lips live look Lord LUCRETIA Maddalo MAHMUD MAMMON MARZIO mighty mind Minotaur moon mother mountains never night nursling o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale parricide Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Rosalind SAVELLA SCENE scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley slave sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought torture truth tyrant voice waves weep Whilst wild wind words wretched
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Сторінка 252 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Сторінка 481 - Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves : Oh hear ! rv.
Сторінка 274 - With which from that detested trance they leap ; The works and ways of man, their death and birth, And that of him and all that his may be ; All things that move and breathe with toil and sound Are born and die, revolve, subside and swell.
Сторінка 196 - Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if naught so bright may live, All earth can take or heaven can give.
Сторінка 399 - THE sun is warm, the sky is clear. The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Сторінка 158 - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal Who, through birth's orient portal, And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Сторінка 10 - The crimes and miseries in which she was an actor and a sufferer are as the mask and the mantle in which circumstances clothed her for her impersonation on the scene of the world.
Сторінка 358 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day...
Сторінка 479 - 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...
Сторінка 481 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baise's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers...