The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Tom 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... fair of San Giuliano . " This was the period of Queen Caroline's landing in England , and the struggles made by ... fair was held in the square , beneath our windows . Shelley read to us his Ode to Liberty ; and was riotously accompanied ...
... fair of San Giuliano . " This was the period of Queen Caroline's landing in England , and the struggles made by ... fair was held in the square , beneath our windows . Shelley read to us his Ode to Liberty ; and was riotously accompanied ...
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... ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O , THERE are spirits in the air , And genii of the evening breeze , And gentle ghosts , with eyes as fair As star - beams among twilight trees : -- Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from 50 ΤΟ.
... ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O , THERE are spirits in the air , And genii of the evening breeze , And gentle ghosts , with eyes as fair As star - beams among twilight trees : -- Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from 50 ΤΟ.
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... fair , thy spells did bind To fear himself , and love all human kind . MONT BLANC . LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI . I. THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind , and rolls its rapid waves , Now dark , now ...
... fair , thy spells did bind To fear himself , and love all human kind . MONT BLANC . LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI . I. THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind , and rolls its rapid waves , Now dark , now ...
Strona 85
... fair , The shadow of thy moving wings imbues Its deserts and its mountains , till they wear Beauty like some bright robe ; -thou ever soarest Among the towers of men , and as soft air In spring , which moves the unawakened forest ...
... fair , The shadow of thy moving wings imbues Its deserts and its mountains , till they wear Beauty like some bright robe ; -thou ever soarest Among the towers of men , and as soft air In spring , which moves the unawakened forest ...
Strona 86
... fair , And said , A boon , a boon , I pray ! I know the secrets of the air ; And things are lost in the glare of day , Which I can make the sleeping see , If they will put their trust in me . And thou shalt know of things unknown , If ...
... fair , And said , A boon , a boon , I pray ! I know the secrets of the air ; And things are lost in the glare of day , Which I can make the sleeping see , If they will put their trust in me . And thou shalt know of things unknown , If ...
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Strona 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Strona 99 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Strona 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Strona 138 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Strona 322 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Strona 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Strona 319 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Strona 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Strona 327 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Strona 321 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.