Complete Poetical Works, Том 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... WRITTEN IN 1821 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR . TIME • · · FROM THE ARABIC : AN IMITATION SONG : 6. RARELY , RARELY COMEST THOU TO NIGHT 322 323 • 324 324 326 327 • 328 328 . 331 To ― : " MUSIC , WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE CONTENTS vii.
... WRITTEN IN 1821 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR . TIME • · · FROM THE ARABIC : AN IMITATION SONG : 6. RARELY , RARELY COMEST THOU TO NIGHT 322 323 • 324 324 326 327 • 328 328 . 331 To ― : " MUSIC , WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE CONTENTS vii.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. To ― : " MUSIC , WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE To 66 MUTABILITY 99 WHEN PASSION'S TRANCE IS OVERPAST LINES : " FAR , FAR AWAY , O YE " 332 " 9 333 • 334 DOE 550 THE FUGITIVES DOK · 559 LINES WRITTEN ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. To ― : " MUSIC , WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE To 66 MUTABILITY 99 WHEN PASSION'S TRANCE IS OVERPAST LINES : " FAR , FAR AWAY , O YE " 332 " 9 333 • 334 DOE 550 THE FUGITIVES DOK · 559 LINES WRITTEN ...
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... voice of a storm Would be lost in our terrible shout ! Then hail to thee , hail to thee , Famine ! Hail to thee , Empress of Earth ! When thou risest , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the pride of ...
... voice of a storm Would be lost in our terrible shout ! Then hail to thee , hail to thee , Famine ! Hail to thee , Empress of Earth ! When thou risest , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the pride of ...
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... - bearers in the van of Change . Be they th ' appointed stewards , to fill The lap of Pain , and Toil , and Age ! Remit , O Queen ! thy accustomed rage ! Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and 38 [ II . ii . 76-99 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
... - bearers in the van of Change . Be they th ' appointed stewards , to fill The lap of Pain , and Toil , and Age ! Remit , O Queen ! thy accustomed rage ! Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and 38 [ II . ii . 76-99 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and low Freedom calls Famine , her eternal foe , To brief alliance , hollow truce . - Rise now ! [ Whilst the veiled figure has been chanting the strophe ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and low Freedom calls Famine , her eternal foe , To brief alliance , hollow truce . - Rise now ! [ Whilst the veiled figure has been chanting the strophe ...
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Стр. 274 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Стр. 223 - 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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 273 - 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. 346 - 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. 89 - 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...
Стр. 222 - 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.
Стр. 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Стр. 245 - 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. 270 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.