The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1870 |
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... dead return not . Misery ) . To Constantia , Singing Sonnet , Ozymandias . To the Lord Chancellor To William Shelley ( The billows on the beach are leaping around it ) Lines ( That time is dead for ever , child ) On Fanny Godwin Lines ...
... dead return not . Misery ) . To Constantia , Singing Sonnet , Ozymandias . To the Lord Chancellor To William Shelley ( The billows on the beach are leaping around it ) Lines ( That time is dead for ever , child ) On Fanny Godwin Lines ...
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... dead : what seek ye there ) 261 Shelley's Notes 261 Note by Mrs. Shelley 262 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821- Dirge for the Year To Night · From the Arabic , an Imitation To Emilia Viviani Time . Lines ( Far , far away , O ye ) . The Fugitives To ...
... dead : what seek ye there ) 261 Shelley's Notes 261 Note by Mrs. Shelley 262 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821- Dirge for the Year To Night · From the Arabic , an Imitation To Emilia Viviani Time . Lines ( Far , far away , O ye ) . The Fugitives To ...
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... dead or napping . V. He had on an upper Benjamin ( For he was of the driving schism ) In the which he wrapped his skin From the storm he travelled in , For fear of rheumatism . VI . He called the ghost out of the corse 6 PETER BELL THE ...
... dead or napping . V. He had on an upper Benjamin ( For he was of the driving schism ) In the which he wrapped his skin From the storm he travelled in , For fear of rheumatism . VI . He called the ghost out of the corse 6 PETER BELL THE ...
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... Thy gorge ever cramming , Glut thee with living and dead ! XXXVII . " May Death and Damnation And Consternation Flit up from Hell with pure intent ! Slash them at Manchester , Glasgow , Leeds , and PETER BELL THE THIRD . 23.
... Thy gorge ever cramming , Glut thee with living and dead ! XXXVII . " May Death and Damnation And Consternation Flit up from Hell with pure intent ! Slash them at Manchester , Glasgow , Leeds , and PETER BELL THE THIRD . 23.
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... ! The oracle ! Mammon . Why , it was I who spoke that oracle ; And whether I was dead - drunk or inspired I cannot well remember - nor , in truth , The oracle itself . Pyrganax . The words went thus : - " Boeotia 34 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS .
... ! The oracle ! Mammon . Why , it was I who spoke that oracle ; And whether I was dead - drunk or inspired I cannot well remember - nor , in truth , The oracle itself . Pyrganax . The words went thus : - " Boeotia 34 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS .
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Ahasuerus Apennine art thou beams beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dost dream earth eternal eyes faint Faust fear fire fled flowers gentle Gisborne glory golden grave Greece green hear heart heaven hope Iona King kiss Lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light living Lord Lord Byron Mahmud melody Mephistopheles mighty moon morning mortal mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pale Peter Bell Pisa poem Pyrganax rain round ruin SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's Silenus sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stanza stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne Tmolus tower Ulysses veil verse voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 207 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Página 295 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 210 - 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 ? — To thy chamber- window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Página 237 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 183 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 105 - Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Página 237 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Página 104 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light...
Página 138 - Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
Página 240 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.