The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 |
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Strona 43
... light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and ...
... light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and ...
Strona 44
... light Of those beloved eyes , the Poet sate Holding the steady helm . Evening came on , The beams of sunset hung their rainbow hues High ' mid the shifting domes of sheeted spray That canopied his path o'er the waste deep ; Twilight ...
... light Of those beloved eyes , the Poet sate Holding the steady helm . Evening came on , The beams of sunset hung their rainbow hues High ' mid the shifting domes of sheeted spray That canopied his path o'er the waste deep ; Twilight ...
Strona 45
... light of day , And the night's noontide clearness , mutable As shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms Minute , yet beautiful . One ...
... light of day , And the night's noontide clearness , mutable As shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms Minute , yet beautiful . One ...
Strona 47
... light to shade . It is a woe " too deep for tears , " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult of a ...
... light to shade . It is a woe " too deep for tears , " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult of a ...
Strona 51
... light the clouds among , Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain From his dim dungeon , and my spirit sprung II . The toil which stole from thee so many an hour Is ended - and the fruit is at thy feet ! No longer where the ...
... light the clouds among , Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain From his dim dungeon , and my spirit sprung II . The toil which stole from thee so many an hour Is ended - and the fruit is at thy feet ! No longer where the ...
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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...