The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1870 |
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... hands did flow- A living image which did far surpass In beauty that bright shape of vital stone Which drew the heart out of Pygmalion . XXXVI . A sexless thing it was , and in its growth It seemed to have developed no defect Of either ...
... hands did flow- A living image which did far surpass In beauty that bright shape of vital stone Which drew the heart out of Pygmalion . XXXVI . A sexless thing it was , and in its growth It seemed to have developed no defect Of either ...
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... hand of the sunlike throne Would place a gaudy mockbird to repeat The chatterings of the monkey . Every one Of the prone courtiers crawled to kiss the feet Of their great emperor when the morning came ; And kissed - alas , how many kiss ...
... hand of the sunlike throne Would place a gaudy mockbird to repeat The chatterings of the monkey . Every one Of the prone courtiers crawled to kiss the feet Of their great emperor when the morning came ; And kissed - alas , how many kiss ...
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... hand clasps his cold head , And fans him with her moonlight wings , and cries , " Our love , our hope , our sorrow , is not dead ! See , on the silken fringe of his faint eyes , Like dew upon a sleeping flower , there lies A tear some ...
... hand clasps his cold head , And fans him with her moonlight wings , and cries , " Our love , our hope , our sorrow , is not dead ! See , on the silken fringe of his faint eyes , Like dew upon a sleeping flower , there lies A tear some ...
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... hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? Defenceless as thou wert , oh ! where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? — Or , hadst thou waited the full cycle when Thy spirit should have ...
... hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? Defenceless as thou wert , oh ! where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? — Or , hadst thou waited the full cycle when Thy spirit should have ...
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... hand that grasped it . Of that crew He came the last , neglected and apart ; A herd - abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart . XXXIV . All stood aloof , and at his partial moan Smiled through their tears . Well knew that gentle band ...
... hand that grasped it . Of that crew He came the last , neglected and apart ; A herd - abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart . XXXIV . All stood aloof , and at his partial moan Smiled through their tears . Well knew that gentle band ...
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Ahasuerus Apennine art thou beams beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dost dream earth eternal eyes faint Faust fear fire fled flowers gentle Gisborne glory golden grave Greece green hear heart heaven hope Iona King kiss Lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light living Lord Lord Byron Mahmud melody Mephistopheles mighty moon morning mortal mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pale Peter Bell Pisa poem Pyrganax rain round ruin SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's Silenus sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stanza stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne Tmolus tower Ulysses veil verse voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 207 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Página 295 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 210 - 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 ? — To thy chamber- window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Página 237 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 183 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 105 - Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Página 237 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Página 104 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light...
Página 138 - Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
Página 240 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.