The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, Volumen2Reeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... till the spring of 1820. This first edition , usually described as an octavo volume , is in fact a quarto , being printed on small sheets of paper folded in four . It consists of title - page , Dedication pp . III to V , Preface pp ...
... till the spring of 1820. This first edition , usually described as an octavo volume , is in fact a quarto , being printed on small sheets of paper folded in four . It consists of title - page , Dedication pp . III to V , Preface pp ...
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... till I killed a foe , And heard his groans , and heard his children's groans , Knew I not what delight was else on earth , Which now delights me little . I the rather Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals , The dry fixed eyeball ...
... till I killed a foe , And heard his groans , and heard his children's groans , Knew I not what delight was else on earth , Which now delights me little . I the rather Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals , The dry fixed eyeball ...
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... Till when - farewell . 09 60 ORSINO . Farewell . ( Exit BEATRICE . ) I know the Pope Will ne'er absolve me from my priestly vow But by absolving me from the revenue Of many a wealthy see ; and , Beatrice , I think to win thee at an ...
... Till when - farewell . 09 60 ORSINO . Farewell . ( Exit BEATRICE . ) I know the Pope Will ne'er absolve me from my priestly vow But by absolving me from the revenue Of many a wealthy see ; and , Beatrice , I think to win thee at an ...
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... Till it thus vanquish shame and fear ! O , think ! I have borne much , and kissed the sacred hand Which crushed us to the earth , and thought its stroke Was perhaps some paternal chastisement ! 100 105 110 Have excused much , doubted ...
... Till it thus vanquish shame and fear ! O , think ! I have borne much , and kissed the sacred hand Which crushed us to the earth , and thought its stroke Was perhaps some paternal chastisement ! 100 105 110 Have excused much , doubted ...
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... Till God in pity call for him or me . For you may , like your sister , find some husband , 65 70 75 80 And smile , years hence , with children round your knees ; 85 Whilst I , then dead , and all this hideous coil Shall be remembered ...
... Till God in pity call for him or me . For you may , like your sister , find some husband , 65 70 75 80 And smile , years hence , with children round your knees ; 85 Whilst I , then dead , and all this hideous coil Shall be remembered ...
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Página 295 - 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...
Página 298 - 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.
Página 303 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 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 300 - 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...
Página 292 - 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...
Página 304 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
Página 299 - 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 ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, 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...
Página 294 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...
Página 299 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
Página 301 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.