The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources : Collated with Many Manuscripts and with All Editions of Authority : Together with His Prefaces and Notes, His Poetical Translations and Fragments and an Appendix of Juvenilia, Volumen2Reeves & Turner, 1892 |
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... LADY TO HER PATIENT 268 270 LINES ( " WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED " ) 271 To JANE THE INVITATION 272 TO JANE - THE RECOLLECTION 274 WITH A GUITAR , TO JANE 277 To JANE ( " THE KEEN STARS WERE TWINKLING " ) 279 A DIRGE ( " ROUGH WIND ...
... LADY TO HER PATIENT 268 270 LINES ( " WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED " ) 271 To JANE THE INVITATION 272 TO JANE - THE RECOLLECTION 274 WITH A GUITAR , TO JANE 277 To JANE ( " THE KEEN STARS WERE TWINKLING " ) 279 A DIRGE ( " ROUGH WIND ...
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... mad ? " " I cannot say ; " A lady came with him from France , and when " She left him and returned , he wandered then " About yon lonely isles of desart sand 245 " Till he grew wild - he had no cash JULIAN AND KADDALI.
... mad ? " " I cannot say ; " A lady came with him from France , and when " She left him and returned , he wandered then " About yon lonely isles of desart sand 245 " Till he grew wild - he had no cash JULIAN AND KADDALI.
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... lady who had left him , came again . " Her mien had been imperious , but she now " Looked meek - perhaps remorse had ... lady's shawl- " I might be six years old - but after all 600 605 " She left him " ... " Why , her heart must have ...
... lady who had left him , came again . " Her mien had been imperious , but she now " Looked meek - perhaps remorse had ... lady's shawl- " I might be six years old - but after all 600 605 " She left him " ... " Why , her heart must have ...
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... lady looked with faithful grief From her high lattice o'er the rugged path , Where she once saw that horseman toil , with brief 20 23 And blighting hope , who with the news of death Struck body and soul as with a mortal blight , She saw ...
... lady looked with faithful grief From her high lattice o'er the rugged path , Where she once saw that horseman toil , with brief 20 23 And blighting hope , who with the news of death Struck body and soul as with a mortal blight , She saw ...
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... ladies . To lean , and flirt , and stare , and simper , Till all that is divine in woman Grows cruel , courteous , smooth , inhuman , Crucified ' twixt a smile and whimper . XI . Thrusting , toiling , wailing , moiling , Frowning ...
... ladies . To lean , and flirt , and stare , and simper , Till all that is divine in woman Grows cruel , courteous , smooth , inhuman , Crucified ' twixt a smile and whimper . XI . Thrusting , toiling , wailing , moiling , Frowning ...
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æther Ahasuerus art thou beam beneath blood bosom breath bright CHORUS clouds cold coursers crime curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dare dark dead death deep delight Dieu disease divine dread dream earth eternal evil eyes fair Fairy falsehood FAUST fear feel flame flowers FRAGMENT frugivorous gates of Sleep gentle grave happiness hast heap heart heaven hell hope human Ianthe's inconstant moon kings light live MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind mingled misery moon mortal mountains nature never night o'er pale passion peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Bell pleasure poison pride round ruin sacred steel sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow silent SILENUS slaves sleep slumber smile song soul spirit stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne toil truth tyrants ULYSSES virtue wake wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings καὶ
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Página 232 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Página 483 - The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
Página 21 - 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...
Página 190 - 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 263 - Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs ; To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music, lest it should not find An echo in another's mind, While the touch of Nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart.
Página 181 - Oh, lift me from the grass ! 1 die, I faint, I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ? Very few perhaps are familiar with these lines, yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Página 220 - Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand — Come...
Página 180 - 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 21 - The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown...
Página 262 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.