The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Repr., with mem., notes &c, Выпуск 800 |
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... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it life , to spring and die ...
... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it life , to spring and die ...
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... very chains that bind him to his doom . Nature , impartial in munificence , Has gifted man with all - subduing will , Matter , with all its transitory shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , QUEEN MAB . 23.
... very chains that bind him to his doom . Nature , impartial in munificence , Has gifted man with all - subduing will , Matter , with all its transitory shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , QUEEN MAB . 23.
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... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which , from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had ...
... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which , from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had ...
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... shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresisting flame Curls round the eternal columns of its strength . VII . SPIRIT . I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned . She took me there ...
... shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresisting flame Curls round the eternal columns of its strength . VII . SPIRIT . I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned . She took me there ...
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... shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from the morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human ...
... shapes of mingled shade and mist , That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove , Flee from the morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human ...
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Стр. 540 - 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 shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: ' My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair !
Стр. 460 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Стр. 495 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Стр. 485 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Стр. 491 - LOVE'S 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 — Why not I with thine...
Стр. 244 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Стр. 442 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Стр. 67 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Стр. 311 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Стр. 460 - Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 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. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were,...