The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Materials Never Before Printed in Any Edition of the PoemsH. Frowde, 1905 - 912 |
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Strona 40
... Child . I wonder not - for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild , Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled Of its departing glory ; still her fame Shines on thee , through the tempests dark and wild ...
... Child . I wonder not - for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild , Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled Of its departing glory ; still her fame Shines on thee , through the tempests dark and wild ...
Strona 48
... child , By the sea - shore , in a deep mountain - glen ; And near the waves , and through the forests wild , I roamed , to storm and darkness reconciled : For I was calm while tempest shook the sky : But when the breathless heavens in ...
... child , By the sea - shore , in a deep mountain - glen ; And near the waves , and through the forests wild , I roamed , to storm and darkness reconciled : For I was calm while tempest shook the sky : But when the breathless heavens in ...
Strona 56
... child , from innocent blood Poured on the earth , and brows anxious and pale With the heart's warfare ; did I gather food To feed my many thoughts : a tameless multitude ! X I wandered through the wrecks of days departed Far by the ...
... child , from innocent blood Poured on the earth , and brows anxious and pale With the heart's warfare ; did I gather food To feed my many thoughts : a tameless multitude ! X I wandered through the wrecks of days departed Far by the ...
Strona 58
... child : so when sad hours were come , And baffled hope like ice still clung to me , Since kin were cold , and friends had now become Heartless and false , I turned from all , to be , Cythna , the only source of tears and smiles to thee ...
... child : so when sad hours were come , And baffled hope like ice still clung to me , Since kin were cold , and friends had now become Heartless and false , I turned from all , to be , Cythna , the only source of tears and smiles to thee ...
Strona 59
... child to me , A second self , far dearer and more fair ; Which clothed in undissolving radiancy All those steep paths which languor and despair Of human things , had made so dark and bare , But which I trod alone - nor , till bereft Of ...
... child to me , A second self , far dearer and more fair ; Which clothed in undissolving radiancy All those steep paths which languor and despair Of human things , had made so dark and bare , But which I trod alone - nor , till bereft Of ...
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Strona 508 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Strona 535 - 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 feed in air)...
Strona 406 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Strona 557 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Strona 558 - 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, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Strona 560 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strona 559 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves: Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass...
Strona 535 - 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 404 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Strona 404 - 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.