PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1887 |
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Стр. xvii
... was married for creative work , did not last long . The two elements always tended to separate , and now the special Shelley element , which fled from man into the recesses of his own heart , or communed with PREFACE . xvii.
... was married for creative work , did not last long . The two elements always tended to separate , and now the special Shelley element , which fled from man into the recesses of his own heart , or communed with PREFACE . xvii.
Стр. xxii
... fled and dreamed through their poems , but most through those of Shelley . It was but fitting , then , that Shelley , whose fame was England's , should be buried in the city which is the heart of Italy . But he was born far away from ...
... fled and dreamed through their poems , but most through those of Shelley . It was but fitting , then , that Shelley , whose fame was England's , should be buried in the city which is the heart of Italy . But he was born far away from ...
Стр. xxiii
... flee away , and be at rest . " But the good this exile did his art was largely counterbalanced by its harm . Shelley's individuality , unchecked by that of others , grew too great , and tended not only to isolate him from men , but to ...
... flee away , and be at rest . " But the good this exile did his art was largely counterbalanced by its harm . Shelley's individuality , unchecked by that of others , grew too great , and tended not only to isolate him from men , but to ...
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... fled back to their native noon ; who put aside the diadem ; who were not victims of Life , because they despised all that Life could offer ; who conquered its secret by not caring to penetrate it , of whom the types were they of Athens ...
... fled back to their native noon ; who put aside the diadem ; who were not victims of Life , because they despised all that Life could offer ; who conquered its secret by not caring to penetrate it , of whom the types were they of Athens ...
Стр. 1
... fled , - Like aught that for its grace may be Dear , and yet dearer for its mystery . Spirit of BEAUTY , that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form , —where art thou gone ? Why dost thou ...
... fled , - Like aught that for its grace may be Dear , and yet dearer for its mystery . Spirit of BEAUTY , that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form , —where art thou gone ? Why dost thou ...
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Adonais aërial æther Alastor ANTISTROPHE Aornos Apennine art thou awakened azure beams beasts warred beauty beneath bird blood blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair didst divine doth dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire fled fleeting river float flowers gaze gentle gleam golden grave green grey heart heaven hope hopes and fears human Italy kisses leaves light living lone mighty mist moon mountains night nurslings o'er ocean Ozymandias pale passion past poem poet rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Serchio serene shadow Shelley Shelley's sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sunfire sweet sweet emotion swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro veil vision voice wandering waves weep wert Whilst wild wind wingèd wings woods
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Стр. 75 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds 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.
Стр. 75 - 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...
Стр. 179 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Стр. 82 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Стр. 171 - 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, and fill...
Стр. 5 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Стр. 77 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Стр. 172 - The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Стр. 82 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Стр. 167 - Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.