The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen3J. Miller, 1871 |
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... Flowers , which in winter serve instead . " There is great talk of revolution- And a great chance of despotism— German soldiers - camps - confusion— Tumults - lotteries - rage - delusion— Gin - suicide - and methodism . Taxes too , on ...
... Flowers , which in winter serve instead . " There is great talk of revolution- And a great chance of despotism— German soldiers - camps - confusion— Tumults - lotteries - rage - delusion— Gin - suicide - and methodism . Taxes too , on ...
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... flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest . But none ever trembled and panted with ... flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's ...
... flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest . But none ever trembled and panted with ... flowers and the tulip tall , And narcissi , the fairest among them all , Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's ...
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... flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every clime Grew in that garden in perfect prime . And on the stream whose inconstant bosom Was prankt , under boughs of embowering blossom ... flowers ( as an THE SENSITIVE PLANT . 39.
... flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every clime Grew in that garden in perfect prime . And on the stream whose inconstant bosom Was prankt , under boughs of embowering blossom ... flowers ( as an THE SENSITIVE PLANT . 39.
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... flowers whose hues they bear afar ; The plumed insects swift and free , Like golden boats on a sunny sea , Laden with light and odour , which pass Over the gleam of the living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire ...
... flowers whose hues they bear afar ; The plumed insects swift and free , Like golden boats on a sunny sea , Laden with light and odour , which pass Over the gleam of the living grass ; The unseen clouds of the dew , which lie Like fire ...
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... the favourite , Cradled within the embrace of night . PART II . THERE was a Power in this sweet place , An Eve in this Eden ; a ruling grace Which to the flowers , did they waken or dream THE SENSITIVE PLANT . 41 Part II.
... the favourite , Cradled within the embrace of night . PART II . THERE was a Power in this sweet place , An Eve in this Eden ; a ruling grace Which to the flowers , did they waken or dream THE SENSITIVE PLANT . 41 Part II.
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight Devil divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers gentle glorious golden gray green grew heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Peter Bell Pisa poem rain rocks round SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit splendour stars storm strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch woods
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Página 57 - 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 and flee Like a swarm of golden bees When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,— Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 62 - 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. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 165 - 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...
Página 61 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 164 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 170 - 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...
Página 179 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 152 - Oh 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, And teach them thine own sorrow ! Say : " With me Died Adonais ! Till the future dares Forget the past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Página 60 - 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: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Página 195 - O World! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more...