The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 стор. |
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... 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 mansion is the smallest particle Of the ...
... 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 mansion is the smallest particle Of the ...
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... thee , Soul of the Universe ! eternal spring Of life and death , of happiness and woe , Of all that chequers the phantasmal scene That floats before our eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose ...
... thee , Soul of the Universe ! eternal spring Of life and death , of happiness and woe , Of all that chequers the phantasmal scene That floats before our eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose ...
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... thee firmly to pursue The gradual paths of an aspiring change : For birth and life and death , and that strange state Before the naked soul has found its home , All tend to perfect happiness , and urge The restless wheels of being on ...
... thee firmly to pursue The gradual paths of an aspiring change : For birth and life and death , and that strange state Before the naked soul has found its home , All tend to perfect happiness , and urge The restless wheels of being on ...
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... thee the robe I stole from heaven , Thy shape of ugliness and fear Had never gained admission here . VICE . And know that , had I disdained to toil , But sate in my loathsome cave the while , And ne'er to these hateful sons of heaven ...
... thee the robe I stole from heaven , Thy shape of ugliness and fear Had never gained admission here . VICE . And know that , had I disdained to toil , But sate in my loathsome cave the while , And ne'er to these hateful sons of heaven ...
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... thee and overtake thee . " Is this the real reason ? The third , fourth , and fifth chapters of Hosea are a piece of immodest confes- sion . The indelicate type might apply in a hundred senses to a hundred things . The fifty - third ...
... thee and overtake thee . " Is this the real reason ? The third , fourth , and fifth chapters of Hosea are a piece of immodest confes- sion . The indelicate type might apply in a hundred senses to a hundred things . The fifty - third ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...