The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 |
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Strona viii
... never seen by me till after I had lost him . Others , as for instance , " Rosalind and Helen , " and " Lines written among the Euganean Hills , " I found among his papers by chance ; and with some difficulty urged him to complete them ...
... never seen by me till after I had lost him . Others , as for instance , " Rosalind and Helen , " and " Lines written among the Euganean Hills , " I found among his papers by chance ; and with some difficulty urged him to complete them ...
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... never been filled up . He walked beside them like a spirit of good to comfort and benefit - to enlighten the darkness of life with irradiations of genius , to cheer it with his sympa- thy and love . Any one , once attached to Shelley ...
... never been filled up . He walked beside them like a spirit of good to comfort and benefit - to enlighten the darkness of life with irradiations of genius , to cheer it with his sympa- thy and love . Any one , once attached to Shelley ...
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... never offended him , and who are the innocent martyrs of other men's iniquities . Whatever may become of the abstract question of the justifiableness of war , it seems impossible that the soldier should not be a depraved and unnatural ...
... never offended him , and who are the innocent martyrs of other men's iniquities . Whatever may become of the abstract question of the justifiableness of war , it seems impossible that the soldier should not be a depraved and unnatural ...
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... never speculate on the future obsoleteness of a system perfectly conformable to nature and reason ; it would endure so long as they endured ; it would be a truth as indisputable as the light of the sun , the criminality of murder , and ...
... never speculate on the future obsoleteness of a system perfectly conformable to nature and reason ; it would endure so long as they endured ; it would be a truth as indisputable as the light of the sun , the criminality of murder , and ...
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... never yet taken for a prophet , even by a bishop , yet he uttered this remarkable pre- diction " The despotic government of France is screwed up to the highest pitch ; a revolution is fast approaching ; that revolution , I am convinced ...
... never yet taken for a prophet , even by a bishop , yet he uttered this remarkable pre- diction " The despotic government of France is screwed up to the highest pitch ; a revolution is fast approaching ; that revolution , I am convinced ...
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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...