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 9
... Thou consummation of all mortal hope ! Thou glorious prize of blindly - working will ! Whose rays , diffused throughout all space and time , Verge to one point and blend for ever there : Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling - place ...
... Thou consummation of all mortal hope ! Thou glorious prize of blindly - working will ! Whose rays , diffused throughout all space and time , Verge to one point and blend for ever there : Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling - place ...
Strona 29
... thou art fled- Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes ...
... thou art fled- Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes ...
Strona 40
... thou , have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee . X Is it , that now my inexperienced fingers But strike the prelude of a loftier strain ? Or , must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in silence , ne'er ...
... thou , have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee . X Is it , that now my inexperienced fingers But strike the prelude of a loftier strain ? Or , must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in silence , ne'er ...
Strona 48
... Thou hast beheld that fight - when to thy home Thou dost return , steep not its hearth in tears ; Though thou may'st hear that earth is now become The tyrant's garbage , which to his compeers , The vile reward of their dishonoured years ...
... Thou hast beheld that fight - when to thy home Thou dost return , steep not its hearth in tears ; Though thou may'st hear that earth is now become The tyrant's garbage , which to his compeers , The vile reward of their dishonoured years ...
Strona 62
... thou hast much to gain ; Nor wilt thou at poor Cythna's pride repine , If she should lead a happy female train To meet thee over the rejoicing plain , When myriads at thy call shall throng around The Golden City .'- Then the child did ...
... thou hast much to gain ; Nor wilt thou at poor Cythna's pride repine , If she should lead a happy female train To meet thee over the rejoicing plain , When myriads at thy call shall throng around The Golden City .'- Then the child did ...
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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.