The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 |
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... breath Leave aught of this pure spectacle But loathsomeness and ruin ? — Spare aught but a dark theme , On which the lightest heart might moralize ? Or is it but that downy - winged slumbers Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her ...
... breath Leave aught of this pure spectacle But loathsomeness and ruin ? — Spare aught but a dark theme , On which the lightest heart might moralize ? Or is it but that downy - winged slumbers Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her ...
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... breath . 185 Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene , Here is thy fitting temple . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the shore of the immeasurable sea , And thou hast lingered there Until the sun's broad orb ...
... breath . 185 Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene , Here is thy fitting temple . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the shore of the immeasurable sea , And thou hast lingered there Until the sun's broad orb ...
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... breath , And sinks and rises , fails and swells by fits , 325 330 The mighty tide of thought had paused awhile ... breathing groves And melodise 8 THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD.
... breath , And sinks and rises , fails and swells by fits , 325 330 The mighty tide of thought had paused awhile ... breathing groves And melodise 8 THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD.
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... breath will woo the earth , To feed with kindliest dews its favourite flower , That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens , Lighting the green wood with its sunny smile . Fear not then , Spirit , death's disrobing hand , So welcome ...
... breath will woo the earth , To feed with kindliest dews its favourite flower , That blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens , Lighting the green wood with its sunny smile . Fear not then , Spirit , death's disrobing hand , So welcome ...
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... breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with murmurs of the air , And motions of the forests and the sea , And voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . --- There was a Poet ...
... breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with murmurs of the air , And motions of the forests and the sea , And voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . --- There was a Poet ...
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Strona 571 - 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 593 - 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 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Strona 593 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath...
Strona 572 - Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Strona 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Strona 594 - 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 572 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Strona 572 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Strona 568 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.