The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen4At her christening, the princess, Little Daylight, receives a curse from a wicked fairy that she shall never see the sun until kissed by a prince. |
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Stay yet awhile ! speak to me once again ; “ Kiss me , so long but as a kiss may
live ; “ And in my heartless breast and burning brain “ That word , that kiss shall
all thoughts else survive , “ With food of saddest memory kept alive , “ Now thou
art ...
Stay yet awhile ! speak to me once again ; “ Kiss me , so long but as a kiss may
live ; “ And in my heartless breast and burning brain “ That word , that kiss shall
all thoughts else survive , “ With food of saddest memory kept alive , “ Now thou
art ...
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It is a dying lamp , a falling shower , A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak
Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a
cheek The life can burn in blood , even while the heart may break . XXXIII . His
head ...
It is a dying lamp , a falling shower , A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak
Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a
cheek The life can burn in blood , even while the heart may break . XXXIII . His
head ...
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Rome ' s azure sky , Flowers , ruins , statues , music , words , are weak The glory
they transfuse with fitting truth to speak . LIII . Why linger , why turn back , why
shrink , my Heart ? Thy hopes are gone before : from all things here They have ...
Rome ' s azure sky , Flowers , ruins , statues , music , words , are weak The glory
they transfuse with fitting truth to speak . LIII . Why linger , why turn back , why
shrink , my Heart ? Thy hopes are gone before : from all things here They have ...
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If night is mute , yet the returning sun Kindles the voices of the morning birds ; Nor
at thy bidding less exultingly Than birds rejoicing in the golden day , The
Anarchies of Africa unleash Their tempest - winged cities of the sea , 300 To
speak in ...
If night is mute , yet the returning sun Kindles the voices of the morning birds ; Nor
at thy bidding less exultingly Than birds rejoicing in the golden day , The
Anarchies of Africa unleash Their tempest - winged cities of the sea , 300 To
speak in ...
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Speak — tremble not .- 380 HASSAN . . Islanded By victor myriads , formed in
hollow square With rough and steadfast front , and thrice flung back The deluge
of our foaming cavalry ; Thrice their keen wedge of battle pierced our lines .
Speak — tremble not .- 380 HASSAN . . Islanded By victor myriads , formed in
hollow square With rough and steadfast front , and thrice flung back The deluge
of our foaming cavalry ; Thrice their keen wedge of battle pierced our lines .
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