The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen4G. Bell and sons, 1892 |
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... SEMICHORUS I. Life may change , but it may fly not ; Hope may vanish , but can die not ; Truth be veiled , but still it burneth ; Love repulsed , -but it returneth ! SEMICHORUS II . Yet were life a charnel where Hope lay coffined with ...
... SEMICHORUS I. Life may change , but it may fly not ; Hope may vanish , but can die not ; Truth be veiled , but still it burneth ; Love repulsed , -but it returneth ! SEMICHORUS II . Yet were life a charnel where Hope lay coffined with ...
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... SEMICHORUS I. With the gifts of gladness Greece did thy cradle strew ; SEMICHORUS II . With the tears of sadness Greece did thy shroud bedew ! SEMICHORUS I. With an orphan's affection She followed thy bier through Time ; SEMICHORUS II ...
... SEMICHORUS I. With the gifts of gladness Greece did thy cradle strew ; SEMICHORUS II . With the tears of sadness Greece did thy shroud bedew ! SEMICHORUS I. With an orphan's affection She followed thy bier through Time ; SEMICHORUS II ...
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... SEMICHORUS I. If Annihilation- SEMICHORUS II . Dust let her glories be ! And a name and a nation Be forgotten , Freedom , with thee ! INDIAN . His brow grows darker - breathe not - move not ! He starts - he shudders - ye that love not ...
... SEMICHORUS I. If Annihilation- SEMICHORUS II . Dust let her glories be ! And a name and a nation Be forgotten , Freedom , with thee ! INDIAN . His brow grows darker - breathe not - move not ! He starts - he shudders - ye that love not ...
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... to - morrow are as lamps Set in our path to light us to the edge Through rough and smooth , nor can we suffer aught Which he inflicts not in whose hand we are . [ Exeunt . SEMICHORUS I. Would I were the winged cloud Of a HELLAS . 69.
... to - morrow are as lamps Set in our path to light us to the edge Through rough and smooth , nor can we suffer aught Which he inflicts not in whose hand we are . [ Exeunt . SEMICHORUS I. Would I were the winged cloud Of a HELLAS . 69.
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... SEMICHORUS II . Whither to fly ? SEMICHORUS I. Where the rocks that gird th ' Ægean Echo to the battle pæan Of the free- I would flee A tempestuous herald of victory ! My golden rain For the Grecian slain 660 Should mingle in tears with ...
... SEMICHORUS II . Whither to fly ? SEMICHORUS I. Where the rocks that gird th ' Ægean Echo to the battle pæan Of the free- I would flee A tempestuous herald of victory ! My golden rain For the Grecian slain 660 Should mingle in tears with ...
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Adonais æther AHASUERUS Apennine ARCHY beautiful beneath Bishop of Lincoln blood blood and gold brain breath bright burning clouds cold curse dæmons dark dead death Devil dream earth eyes faint fear fire fled flowers folded palm folding star FRAGMENT gentle Gisborne glory gold golden grave Greece Greek green grew grief HASSAN heart heaven Hell hope Inns of Court KING knew lady LAUD leaves light lips living look Lord Maddalo MAHMUD mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nurslings o'er ocean pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Bell Pisa poem round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit splendour stars storm STRAFFORD strange stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things Thou art thought toil tower tyrants veil Victory voice wake waves weep wild wind wings words youth
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Página 88 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 12 - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Página 13 - That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit, And pass into the panting heart beneath With lightning and with music: the damp death Quenched its caress upon his icy lips; And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips, It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse.
Página 329 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, ii.
Página 24 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Página 10 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Página 16 - Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst As it has ever done, with change and motion From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos...
Página 21 - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
Página 196 - Matched with his camelopard ; his fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it ; A strain too learned for a shallow age, Too wise for selfish bigots ; — let his page, Which charms the chosen spirits of the time, Fold itself up for a serener clime Of years to come, and find its recompense In that just expectation.
Página 9 - O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers...