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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... morning's beam Flows through those wells of light , Seek far from noise and day some western cave , 5 10 15 20 25 Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds A lulling murmur weave ? — Ianthe doth not sleep The dreamless sleep ...
... morning's beam Flows through those wells of light , Seek far from noise and day some western cave , 5 10 15 20 25 Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds A lulling murmur weave ? — Ianthe doth not sleep The dreamless sleep ...
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... morning's meal . Those trackless deeps , where many a weary sail Has seen , above the illimitable plain , Morning on night and night on morning rise , Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the ...
... morning's meal . Those trackless deeps , where many a weary sail Has seen , above the illimitable plain , Morning on night and night on morning rise , Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the ...
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... morning , the blue moon Low in the west , the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , 195 Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The ...
... morning , the blue moon Low in the west , the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , 195 Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The ...
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... morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital hues Upon his cheek of death . He wandered on Till vast Aornos seen from Petra's steep Hung o'er the low horizon like a cloud ; Through Balk , and where the desolated ...
... morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital hues Upon his cheek of death . He wandered on Till vast Aornos seen from Petra's steep Hung o'er the low horizon like a cloud ; Through Balk , and where the desolated ...
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... Morning Star Shone through the woodbine - wreaths which round my case- ment were . XLI " Twas like an eye which seemed to smile on me . I watched , till by the sun made pale , it sank Under the billows of the heaving sea ; But from its ...
... Morning Star Shone through the woodbine - wreaths which round my case- ment were . XLI " Twas like an eye which seemed to smile on me . I watched , till by the sun made pale , it sank Under the billows of the heaving sea ; But from its ...
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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.