The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Tomy 1-4Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... Stars ! your balmiest influence shed ! Elements ! your wrath suspend ! Sleep , Ocean , in the rocky bounds That circle thy domain ! Let not a breath be seen to stir Around yon grass - grown ruin's height , Let even the restless gossamer ...
... Stars ! your balmiest influence shed ! Elements ! your wrath suspend ! Sleep , Ocean , in the rocky bounds That circle thy domain ! Let not a breath be seen to stir Around yon grass - grown ruin's height , Let even the restless gossamer ...
Strona 19
... stars Studded heaven's dark - blue vault , - Just o'er the eastern wave Peeped the first faint smile of morn : - The magic car moved on- From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew , And where the burning wheels ...
... stars Studded heaven's dark - blue vault , - Just o'er the eastern wave Peeped the first faint smile of morn : - The magic car moved on- From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew , And where the burning wheels ...
Strona 23
... stars unutterably bright , [ vault , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur Seems like a canopy which love has spread [ rolls , To curtain her sleeping world . .Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome ...
... stars unutterably bright , [ vault , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur Seems like a canopy which love has spread [ rolls , To curtain her sleeping world . .Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome ...
Strona 24
... stars are quenched In darkness , and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round . Hark to that roar , whose swift and deafening peals In countless echoes through the mountains ring , Startling pale ...
... stars are quenched In darkness , and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round . Hark to that roar , whose swift and deafening peals In countless echoes through the mountains ring , Startling pale ...
Strona 28
... stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All living things that walk , swim , creep ...
... stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All living things that walk , swim , creep ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave gray green grew hair hate hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon mountains never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Peter Bell poem Queen Mab Rosalind round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne toil tower truth twas tyrant ULYSSES voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Strona 318 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strona 317 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Strona 286 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Strona 254 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Strona 317 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Strona 285 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Strona 286 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Strona 285 - 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 314 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The...
Strona 318 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman ; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near; 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let life divide what death can join together.