Poems selected from Percy Bysshe Shelley, with preface by R. Garnett |
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... eternal breath . Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene , Here is thy fitting temple . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the shore of the immeasurable sea , And thou hast lingered there Until the sun's broad ...
... eternal breath . Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene , Here is thy fitting temple . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the shore of the immeasurable sea , And thou hast lingered there Until the sun's broad ...
Стр. 48
... eternal temple could afford . The elements of all that human thought Can frame of lovely or sublime , did join To rear the fabric of the fane , nor aught Of earth may image forth its majesty . Yet likest evening's vault that faëry hall ...
... eternal temple could afford . The elements of all that human thought Can frame of lovely or sublime , did join To rear the fabric of the fane , nor aught Of earth may image forth its majesty . Yet likest evening's vault that faëry hall ...
Стр. 49
... Eternal Nature's law . Above , below , around , The circling systems formed A wilderness of harmony , Each with undeviating aim In eloquent silence through the depths of space Pursued its wondrous way . Awhile the Spirit paused in ...
... Eternal Nature's law . Above , below , around , The circling systems formed A wilderness of harmony , Each with undeviating aim In eloquent silence through the depths of space Pursued its wondrous way . Awhile the Spirit paused in ...
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... eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom , That leads to azure isles and beaming skies And happy regions of eternal hope . Therefore , O Spirit ! fearlessly bear on : Though στ THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
... eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom , That leads to azure isles and beaming skies And happy regions of eternal hope . Therefore , O Spirit ! fearlessly bear on : Though στ THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
Стр. 62
... , as radiant and as pure as thou Have shone upon the paths of men - - return Surpassing Spirit , to that world , where thou Art destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood , and uproot The germs of 62 THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
... , as radiant and as pure as thou Have shone upon the paths of men - - return Surpassing Spirit , to that world , where thou Art destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood , and uproot The germs of 62 THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
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beams beautiful beneath blood blue breath bright brow calm clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth eternal eyes fair fear feel feet fire flame fled floating flow flowers gaze gentle gleam golden grave green grew hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hues human isles Italy kiss lady land leaves light lips living lone looks lost mighty mind moon morning motion mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past rain rest rocks round seemed shadow shapes silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spread spring stars strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thou art thought towers truth vast veil voice wandering waste waters waves weep wide wild winds wings woods
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Стр. 175 - 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.
Стр. 89 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a...
Стр. 318 - 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.
Стр. 320 - 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.
Стр. 340 - 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. 323 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Стр. 363 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Стр. 265 - 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.
Стр. 362 - 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. 148 - 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!