The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Tom 1Macmillian, 1895 - 708 |
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... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilise the land they long de- formed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , S enthrall . Hence commerce springs , the venal ...
... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilise the land they long de- formed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , S enthrall . Hence commerce springs , the venal ...
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... shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , weak from bondage , tremble as Has bound its chains so tight around Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That ever from the stores ...
... shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , weak from bondage , tremble as Has bound its chains so tight around Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That ever from the stores ...
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... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which , from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life and place in the corrupt belief Of ...
... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which , from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life and place in the corrupt belief Of ...
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... join , To do the will of strong necessity , And life , in multitudinous shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresting flame strength . VII SPIRIT I WAS an infant when my 24 QUEEN MAB.
... join , To do the will of strong necessity , And life , in multitudinous shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresting flame strength . VII SPIRIT I WAS an infant when my 24 QUEEN MAB.
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... shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from the morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human ...
... shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from the morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human ...
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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.