The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 |
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... Sleep ! LUCAN , Phars . v . 176 . One pale as yonder wan and hornèd moon , With lips of lurid blue , The other ... sleep The dreamless sleep of death : Nor in her moonlight chamber silently SHELLEY B 30 Doth Henry hear her regular pulses ...
... Sleep ! LUCAN , Phars . v . 176 . One pale as yonder wan and hornèd moon , With lips of lurid blue , The other ... sleep The dreamless sleep of death : Nor in her moonlight chamber silently SHELLEY B 30 Doth Henry hear her regular pulses ...
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... Sleep is pillowed : Her golden tresses shade The bosom's stainless pride , Twining like tendrils of the parasite Around a marble column . 35 40 45 Hark ! whence that rushing sound ? " Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps 50 When west ...
... Sleep is pillowed : Her golden tresses shade The bosom's stainless pride , Twining like tendrils of the parasite Around a marble column . 35 40 45 Hark ! whence that rushing sound ? " Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps 50 When west ...
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... sleep doth ever lie . All that inspires thy voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn or move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! It ...
... sleep doth ever lie . All that inspires thy voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn or move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! It ...
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... sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , -no forn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he ...
... sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , -no forn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he ...
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... sleep , Sleepless herself , to gaze upon his lips . 135 Parted in slumber , whence the regular breath Of innocent dreams arose : then , when red morn Made paler the pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she ...
... sleep , Sleepless herself , to gaze upon his lips . 135 Parted in slumber , whence the regular breath Of innocent dreams arose : then , when red morn Made paler the pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she ...
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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.