Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe ShelleyKegan Paul, 1880 - Всего страниц: 394 |
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... swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels Eddied above the mountain's loftiest peak Was traced a line of lightning . Now far above a rock the utmost verge Of the wide earth it flew , The ...
... swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels Eddied above the mountain's loftiest peak Was traced a line of lightning . Now far above a rock the utmost verge Of the wide earth it flew , The ...
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... swift imagination's flight , Unending orbs mingled in mazy motion , Immutably fulfilling Eternal Nature's law . Above , below , around , The circling systems formed A wilderness of harmony , Each with undeviating aim In eloquent silence ...
... swift imagination's flight , Unending orbs mingled in mazy motion , Immutably fulfilling Eternal Nature's law . Above , below , around , The circling systems formed A wilderness of harmony , Each with undeviating aim In eloquent silence ...
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... Swift as an unremembered vision , stands Immortal upon earth : no longer now He slays the beast that sports around his dwelling And horribly devours its mangled flesh , Or drinks its vital blood , which like a stream Of poison thro ...
... Swift as an unremembered vision , stands Immortal upon earth : no longer now He slays the beast that sports around his dwelling And horribly devours its mangled flesh , Or drinks its vital blood , which like a stream Of poison thro ...
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... swift wings Speeded like thought upon the light of Heaven . The Body and the Soul united then , A gentle start convulsed Ianthe's frame : Her veiny eyelids quietly unclosed ; Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remained : She looked ...
... swift wings Speeded like thought upon the light of Heaven . The Body and the Soul united then , A gentle start convulsed Ianthe's frame : Her veiny eyelids quietly unclosed ; Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remained : She looked ...
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... swift vapours to the circling air . V. Mont Blanc yet gleams on high : - the power is there , The still and solemn power of many sights , And many sounds , and much of life and death . In the calm darkness of the moonless nights , In ...
... swift vapours to the circling air . V. Mont Blanc yet gleams on high : - the power is there , The still and solemn power of many sights , And many sounds , and much of life and death . In the calm darkness of the moonless nights , In ...
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Стр. 185 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Стр. 93 - 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. 327 - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Стр. 180 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 157 - 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.
Стр. 156 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Стр. 143 - 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. 155 - 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. 305 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Стр. 208 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...