The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyT. Y. Crowell Company, 1865 - 705 páginas |
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... hear , Remembered now in sadness . But , oh ! how much more changed , How gloomier is the contrast Of human nature there ! Where Socrates expired , a tyrant's slave , A coward and a fool , spreads death around- Then , shuddering , meets ...
... hear , Remembered now in sadness . But , oh ! how much more changed , How gloomier is the contrast Of human nature there ! Where Socrates expired , a tyrant's slave , A coward and a fool , spreads death around- Then , shuddering , meets ...
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... hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the sacred steel Felt cold in her torn entrails ! Religion ! thou wert then in manhood's prime : But age crept on : one God would not suffice For senile puerility ; thou framedst A tale to ...
... hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the sacred steel Felt cold in her torn entrails ! Religion ! thou wert then in manhood's prime : But age crept on : one God would not suffice For senile puerility ; thou framedst A tale to ...
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... hear it , As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home : -unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race , And Faith , and Custom , and low - thoughted cares , Like thunder - stricken dragons , for a space Left ...
... hear it , As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home : -unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race , And Faith , and Custom , and low - thoughted cares , Like thunder - stricken dragons , for a space Left ...
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... hear Amid the calm : down the steep path I wound To the sea - shore - the evening was most clear And beautiful , and there the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound . XVI . There was a woman , beautiful as ...
... hear Amid the calm : down the steep path I wound To the sea - shore - the evening was most clear And beautiful , and there the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound . XVI . There was a woman , beautiful as ...
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... hear ! much shalt thou learn , Much must remain unthought , and more untold , In the dark Future's ever - flowing urn : Know then , that from the depth of ages old Two Powers o'er mortal things dominion hold , Ruling the world with a ...
... hear ! much shalt thou learn , Much must remain unthought , and more untold , In the dark Future's ever - flowing urn : Know then , that from the depth of ages old Two Powers o'er mortal things dominion hold , Ruling the world with a ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beneath blood breath bright calm Camillo caves Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dread dream earth eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle Giacomo grave green hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips live lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty mind Minotaur moon morning mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea Peter Bell Prometheus Purganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 487 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Página 506 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 599 - 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...
Página 606 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high : Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Página 503 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 502 - 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. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Página 485 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Página 503 - And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.
Página 580 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought...
Página 578 - 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 ! too surely shall thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become...