The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 |
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... seemed an occupation for Bedlamites . Again Again as a distin- guished critic and editor of Shelley , Professor Dowden , aptly observes in this connexion - ' a great poet is not of an age , but for all time . Irregular or antiquated ...
... seemed an occupation for Bedlamites . Again Again as a distin- guished critic and editor of Shelley , Professor Dowden , aptly observes in this connexion - ' a great poet is not of an age , but for all time . Irregular or antiquated ...
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... seemed to point him out as the person best calculated for such an undertaking . His absence from this country , which prevented our mutual explana- tion , has unfortunately rendered my scheme abortive . I do not doubt but that on some ...
... seemed to point him out as the person best calculated for such an undertaking . His absence from this country , which prevented our mutual explana- tion , has unfortunately rendered my scheme abortive . I do not doubt but that on some ...
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... seemed to desire to inform us of what we would not learn : -but a veil may well be drawn over such misery . The real anguish of those moments transcended all the fictions that the most glowing imagination ever portrayed ; our seclusion ...
... seemed to desire to inform us of what we would not learn : -but a veil may well be drawn over such misery . The real anguish of those moments transcended all the fictions that the most glowing imagination ever portrayed ; our seclusion ...
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... seemed to fly Radiant with million constellations , tinged With shades of infinite colour , And semicircled with a belt Flashing incessant meteors . As they approached their goal , The winged shadows seemed to gather speed . The sea no ...
... seemed to fly Radiant with million constellations , tinged With shades of infinite colour , And semicircled with a belt Flashing incessant meteors . As they approached their goal , The winged shadows seemed to gather speed . The sea no ...
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... Seemed resting on the fiery line of ocean , Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold That without motion hang 190 195 Thou must have marked the billowy mountain clouds , Over the sinking sphere : Edged with intolerable radiancy ...
... Seemed resting on the fiery line of ocean , Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold That without motion hang 190 195 Thou must have marked the billowy mountain clouds , Over the sinking sphere : Edged with intolerable radiancy ...
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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.