The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 páginas |
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... calm of middle life did not add the seal of the virtues which adorn maturity to those generated by the vehement spirit of youth . Through life also he was a martyr to ill health , and constant pain wound up his nerves to a pitch of ...
... calm of middle life did not add the seal of the virtues which adorn maturity to those generated by the vehement spirit of youth . Through life also he was a martyr to ill health , and constant pain wound up his nerves to a pitch of ...
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... Calm as a slumbering babe , Tremendous Ocean lay . The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the grey light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it ...
... Calm as a slumbering babe , Tremendous Ocean lay . The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the grey light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it ...
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... calm That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause ; Save when the frantic wail of widowed love Comes shuddering on the blast , or the faint moan With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers . The ...
... calm That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause ; Save when the frantic wail of widowed love Comes shuddering on the blast , or the faint moan With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers . The ...
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... calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his frown ! How ludicrous the priest's dogmatic roar ! The weight of ...
... calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his frown ! How ludicrous the priest's dogmatic roar ! The weight of ...
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... calm it spreads Its worn and withered arms on high To meet the quiet of a summer's noon . The Fairy waved her wand : Ahasuerus fled Fast as the shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from ...
... calm it spreads Its worn and withered arms on high To meet the quiet of a summer's noon . The Fairy waved her wand : Ahasuerus fled Fast as the shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...