The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 |
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... hairs ; Thou art descending to the darksome grave , Unhonoured and unpitied , but by those Whose pride is passing by like thine , and sheds , Like thine , a glare that fades before the sun Of truth , and shines but in the dreadful night ...
... hairs ; Thou art descending to the darksome grave , Unhonoured and unpitied , but by those Whose pride is passing by like thine , and sheds , Like thine , a glare that fades before the sun Of truth , and shines but in the dreadful night ...
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... hair , -and I could not die ! " Rome the giantess fell - I placed myself before the falling statue - she fell , and did not crush me . Nations sprang up and disappeared before me ; but I remained , and did not die . From cloud ...
... hair , -and I could not die ! " Rome the giantess fell - I placed myself before the falling statue - she fell , and did not crush me . Nations sprang up and disappeared before me ; but I remained , and did not die . From cloud ...
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... hair , Sered by the autumn of strange suffering , Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like dead bone within its withered skin ; Life , and the lustre that consumed it , shone As in a furnace burning secretly From his dark ...
... hair , Sered by the autumn of strange suffering , Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like dead bone within its withered skin ; Life , and the lustre that consumed it , shone As in a furnace burning secretly From his dark ...
Strona 44
... hair , But on his heart its solitude returned , And he forbore . Not the strong impulse hid In those flushed cheeks , bent eyes , and shadowy Had yet performed its ministry : it hung [ frame , Upon his life , as lightning in a cloud ...
... hair , But on his heart its solitude returned , And he forbore . Not the strong impulse hid In those flushed cheeks , bent eyes , and shadowy Had yet performed its ministry : it hung [ frame , Upon his life , as lightning in a cloud ...
Strona 45
... hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , Gazing in dreams over the gloomy grave , Sees its own treacherous likeness there . He heard The motion of the leaves , the grass that sprung Startled and ...
... hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , Gazing in dreams over the gloomy grave , Sees its own treacherous likeness there . He heard The motion of the leaves , the grass that sprung Startled and ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Strona 260 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Strona 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Strona 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Strona 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? 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...
Strona 259 - 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. Why not I with thine...
Strona 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Strona 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Strona 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Strona 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Strona 259 - 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...