The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 3,Часть 2Riverside Press, 1892 |
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... spring ; Rulers , who neither see , nor feel , nor know , But leech - like to their fainting country cling , Till they drop , blind in blood , without a blow ; A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field ; An army which ...
... spring ; Rulers , who neither see , nor feel , nor know , But leech - like to their fainting country cling , Till they drop , blind in blood , without a blow ; A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field ; An army which ...
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... Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth , and fill ( Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air ) With living hues and odors plain and hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ; Destroyer and preserver ; hear ...
... Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth , and fill ( Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air ) With living hues and odors plain and hill : Wild Spirit , which art moving everywhere ; Destroyer and preserver ; hear ...
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... Spring be far behind ? AN ODE WRITTEN OCTOBER , 1819 , BEFORE THE SPANIARDS HAD RECOVERED THEIR LIBERTY ARISE , arise , arise ! There is blood on the earth that denies ye Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead , the dead , the ...
... Spring be far behind ? AN ODE WRITTEN OCTOBER , 1819 , BEFORE THE SPANIARDS HAD RECOVERED THEIR LIBERTY ARISE , arise , arise ! There is blood on the earth that denies ye Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead , the dead , the ...
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... Spring arose on the garden fair , Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere ; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest . But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden , the field ...
... Spring arose on the garden fair , Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere ; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest . But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden , the field ...
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... spring Thus moved through the garden ministering All the sweet season of summer tide , And ere the first leaf looked brown - she died ! PART THIRD Three days the flowers of the garden fair , Like stars when the moon is awakened , were ...
... spring Thus moved through the garden ministering All the sweet season of summer tide , And ere the first leaf looked brown - she died ! PART THIRD Three days the flowers of the garden fair , Like stars when the moon is awakened , were ...
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Стр. 233 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou 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...
Стр. 234 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 240 - 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 Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Стр. 469 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Стр. 271 - 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. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 344 - 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?
Стр. 266 - 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...
Стр. 267 - Whom mortals call the Moon Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, 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...
Стр. 351 - 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.
Стр. 243 - 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.