The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Tom 1Macmillian, 1895 - 708 |
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... pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it , that the chariot's way Lay through the midst of an immense concave , Radiant with million ...
... pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it , that the chariot's way Lay through the midst of an immense concave , Radiant with million ...
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... pale midnight on her starry throne ! Now swells the intermingling din ; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb ; The falling beam , the shriek , the groan , the shout , The ceaseless clangour , and the rush of men Inebriate ...
... pale midnight on her starry throne ! Now swells the intermingling din ; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb ; The falling beam , the shriek , the groan , the shout , The ceaseless clangour , and the rush of men Inebriate ...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Edward Dowden. Whom their pale mother's uncomplain- Science and truth , and virtue's dreadless Of thousands like himself ; --he little Compared to that high being , of cloud- The very chains that bind him to his Or ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Edward Dowden. Whom their pale mother's uncomplain- Science and truth , and virtue's dreadless Of thousands like himself ; --he little Compared to that high being , of cloud- The very chains that bind him to his Or ...
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... pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels spurnest ; From hate and awe thy heart is free ; Ardent and pure as day ...
... pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels spurnest ; From hate and awe thy heart is free ; Ardent and pure as day ...
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... pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she returned . waste , poesy , Herself a poet . Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised , with ...
... pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she returned . waste , poesy , Herself a poet . Soon the solemn mood Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised , with ...
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Adonais Ahasuerus art thou beams Beatrice beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave Cenci child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers FRAGMENT gentle golden grave green Harvard College hast hear heart heaven hope hour human King Laon light lips living look Mephistopheles mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pain pale Panthea passion Percy Bysshe Shelley Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin Semichorus shadow Shelley Shelley's silent Silenus slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant Ulysses voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Strona 525 - 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...
Strona 425 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Strona 525 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Strona 541 - 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...
Strona 524 - Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
Strona 542 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower : Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view : 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,...
Strona 524 - 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...
Strona 541 - 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 sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,...
Strona 524 - 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!
Strona 542 - 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. 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.