The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen1Edward Moxon, 1840 |
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... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
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... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
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... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
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... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
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... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave caverns Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gentle grave green grew grey hair hear heard heart heaven hope human Iona Italy Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living looks LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 249 - 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 325 - 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 259 - 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?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
Página 203 - ... stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 291 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Página 308 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 259 - 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 249 - 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 290 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird...
Página 289 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow...