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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... strange horror our days of uncertainty . The truth was at last known , -a truth that made our loved and lovely Italy appear a tomb , its sky a pall . Every heart echoed the deep lament , and my only consolation was in the praise and ...
... strange horror our days of uncertainty . The truth was at last known , -a truth that made our loved and lovely Italy appear a tomb , its sky a pall . Every heart echoed the deep lament , and my only consolation was in the praise and ...
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... strange car of glory , reins of light Check their unearthly speed ; they stop and fold Their wings of braided air : The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car Gazed on the slumbering maid . Human eye hath ne'er beheld 45 59 50 55 60 65 70 ...
... strange car of glory , reins of light Check their unearthly speed ; they stop and fold Their wings of braided air : The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car Gazed on the slumbering maid . Human eye hath ne'er beheld 45 59 50 55 60 65 70 ...
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... Strange things within their belted orbs appear . Like animated frenzies , dimly moved Shadows , and skeletons , and fiendly shapes , Thronging round human graves , and o'er the dead Sculpturing records for each memory In verse , such as ...
... Strange things within their belted orbs appear . Like animated frenzies , dimly moved Shadows , and skeletons , and fiendly shapes , Thronging round human graves , and o'er the dead Sculpturing records for each memory In verse , such as ...
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... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made 31 Such magic as compels the charmed night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , 35 ...
... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made 31 Such magic as compels the charmed night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , 35 ...
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... strange truths in undiscovered lands . Many a wide waste and tangled wilderness Has lured his fearless steps ; and he has bought With his sweet voice and eyes , from savage men , His rest and food . Nature's most secret steps He like ...
... strange truths in undiscovered lands . Many a wide waste and tangled wilderness Has lured his fearless steps ; and he has bought With his sweet voice and eyes , from savage men , His rest and food . Nature's most secret steps He like ...
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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.