The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 |
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... crime , That still consumed thy being , even when [ light Thou heardst the step of fate ; -that flames might Thy funeral scene , and the shrill horrent shrieks Of parents dying on the pile that burn'd To light their children to thy ...
... crime , That still consumed thy being , even when [ light Thou heardst the step of fate ; -that flames might Thy funeral scene , and the shrill horrent shrieks Of parents dying on the pile that burn'd To light their children to thy ...
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... crime with holiness , Himself the creature of his worshippers , Whose names and attributes and passions change , Seeva , Buddh , Foh , Jehovah , God , or Lord , Even with the human dupes who build his shrines , Still serving o'er the ...
... crime with holiness , Himself the creature of his worshippers , Whose names and attributes and passions change , Seeva , Buddh , Foh , Jehovah , God , or Lord , Even with the human dupes who build his shrines , Still serving o'er the ...
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... crime , And confidant of the all - knowing one . These were Jehovah's words . From an eternity of idleness I , God , awoke ; in seven days ' toil made earth From nothing ; rested , and created man : I placed him in a paradise , and ...
... crime , And confidant of the all - knowing one . These were Jehovah's words . From an eternity of idleness I , God , awoke ; in seven days ' toil made earth From nothing ; rested , and created man : I placed him in a paradise , and ...
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... crime Made stingless by the spirits of the Lord , And blood - red rainbows canopied the land . Spirit ! no year of my eventful being Has passed unstained by crime and misery , Which flows from God's own faith . I've marked his slaves ...
... crime Made stingless by the spirits of the Lord , And blood - red rainbows canopied the land . Spirit ! no year of my eventful being Has passed unstained by crime and misery , Which flows from God's own faith . I've marked his slaves ...
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... crime . No longer now the winged habitants , That in the woods their sweet lives sing away , Flee from the form of man ; but gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport ...
... crime . No longer now the winged habitants , That in the woods their sweet lives sing away , Flee from the form of man ; but gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport ...
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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...