The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 páginas |
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... Fell from Ianthe's spirit ; They shrank and brake like bandages of straw Beneath a wakened giant's strength . She knew her glorious change , And felt in apprehension uncontrolled New raptures opening round : Each day - dream of her ...
... Fell from Ianthe's spirit ; They shrank and brake like bandages of straw Beneath a wakened giant's strength . She knew her glorious change , And felt in apprehension uncontrolled New raptures opening round : Each day - dream of her ...
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... fell , shorn of their lovely shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it ...
... fell , shorn of their lovely shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it ...
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... fell ! Earth heard the name ; earth trembled , as the smoke Of his revenge ascended up to heaven , Blotting the constellations ; and the cries Of millions butcher'd in sweet confidence And unsuspecting peace , even when the bonds Of ...
... fell ! Earth heard the name ; earth trembled , as the smoke Of his revenge ascended up to heaven , Blotting the constellations ; and the cries Of millions butcher'd in sweet confidence And unsuspecting peace , even when the bonds Of ...
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... Eternally.- -The dampness of the grave Bathed my imperishable front . I fell , And long lay tranced upon the charmed soil . When I awoke hell burned within my brain , Which staggered on its seat ; for all around The 14 QUEEN MAB .
... Eternally.- -The dampness of the grave Bathed my imperishable front . I fell , And long lay tranced upon the charmed soil . When I awoke hell burned within my brain , Which staggered on its seat ; for all around The 14 QUEEN MAB .
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... fell Beneath his silent footstep . Pyramids , That for millenniums had withstood the tide Of human things , his storm - breath drove in sand Across that desert where their stones survived The name of him whose pride had heaped them Yon ...
... fell Beneath his silent footstep . Pyramids , That for millenniums had withstood the tide Of human things , his storm - breath drove in sand Across that desert where their stones survived The name of him whose pride had heaped them Yon ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 260 - 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 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Página 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
Página 259 - Philosophy 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...
Página 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Página 260 - 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...
Página 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Página 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 259 - 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...