The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Tom 4G. Bell and sons, 1892 |
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... heads of men , under which burthen They bow themselves unto the grave : fond wretch ! He leans upon his crutch , and talks of years 910 To come , and how in hours of youth renewed He will renew lost joys , and- VOICE without . Victory ...
... heads of men , under which burthen They bow themselves unto the grave : fond wretch ! He leans upon his crutch , and talks of years 910 To come , and how in hours of youth renewed He will renew lost joys , and- VOICE without . Victory ...
Strona 122
... head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering , and his lean limbs shook ; His lips were pressed against a folded leaf 280 In hue too beautiful for health , and grief Smiled in their motions as they lay apart- As o one who ...
... head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering , and his lean limbs shook ; His lips were pressed against a folded leaf 280 In hue too beautiful for health , and grief Smiled in their motions as they lay apart- As o one who ...
Strona 126
... head Sinks in the dust and writhes like me - and dies ? No : wears a living death of agonies ! As the slow shadows of the pointed grass Mark the eternal periods , his pangs pass Slow , ever - moving , -making moments be As mine seem ...
... head Sinks in the dust and writhes like me - and dies ? No : wears a living death of agonies ! As the slow shadows of the pointed grass Mark the eternal periods , his pangs pass Slow , ever - moving , -making moments be As mine seem ...
Strona 139
... heads of men - so fast That they knew the presence there , And looked , but all was empty air . XXXI . As flowers beneath May's footstep waken , As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken , As waves arise when loud winds call ...
... heads of men - so fast That they knew the presence there , And looked , but all was empty air . XXXI . As flowers beneath May's footstep waken , As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken , As waves arise when loud winds call ...
Strona 148
... heads with age are grey , Children of a wiser day ; And whose solemn voice must be Thine own echo - Liberty ! LXXXIII . " On those who first should violate Such sacred heralds in their state Rest the blood that must ensue . . . . And it ...
... heads with age are grey , Children of a wiser day ; And whose solemn voice must be Thine own echo - Liberty ! LXXXIII . " On those who first should violate Such sacred heralds in their state Rest the blood that must ensue . . . . And it ...
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Adonais æther AHASUERUS Apennine ARCHY beautiful beneath Bishop of Lincoln blood blood and gold brain breath bright burning clouds cold curse dæmons dark dead death Devil dream earth eyes faint fear fire fled flowers folded palm folding star FRAGMENT gentle Gisborne glory gold golden grave Greece Greek green grew grief HASSAN heart heaven Hell hope Inns of Court KING knew lady LAUD leaves light lips living look Lord Maddalo MAHMUD mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nurslings o'er ocean pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Bell Pisa poem round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit splendour stars storm STRAFFORD strange stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things Thou art thought toil tower tyrants veil Victory voice wake waves weep wild wind wings words youth
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Strona 88 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Strona 12 - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Strona 13 - That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit, And pass into the panting heart beneath With lightning and with music: the damp death Quenched its caress upon his icy lips; And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips, It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse.
Strona 329 - 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, ii.
Strona 24 - 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 ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Strona 10 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Strona 16 - Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst As it has ever done, with change and motion From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos...
Strona 21 - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
Strona 196 - Matched with his camelopard ; his fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it ; A strain too learned for a shallow age, Too wise for selfish bigots ; — let his page, Which charms the chosen spirits of the time, Fold itself up for a serener clime Of years to come, and find its recompense In that just expectation.
Strona 9 - O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers...