The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyE. Moxon, 1839 - Всего страниц: 363 |
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... once to emotions common to us all ; some of these rest on the passion of love ; others on grief and despondency ; others on the sentiments inspired by natural objects . Shelley's con- ception of love was exalted , absorbing , allied to ...
... once to emotions common to us all ; some of these rest on the passion of love ; others on grief and despondency ; others on the sentiments inspired by natural objects . Shelley's con- ception of love was exalted , absorbing , allied to ...
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... once attached to Shelley , must feel all other affections , however true and fond , as wasted on barren soil in comparison . It is our best consolation to know that such a pure - minded and exalted being was once among us , and now ...
... once attached to Shelley , must feel all other affections , however true and fond , as wasted on barren soil in comparison . It is our best consolation to know that such a pure - minded and exalted being was once among us , and now ...
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... Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage , Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror . Her dewy eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep is ...
... Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage , Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror . Her dewy eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep is ...
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... once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan cursed The building of that fane ; and many a father , Worn ...
... once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan cursed The building of that fane ; and many a father , Worn ...
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... once it was the busiest haunt , Whither , as to a common centre , flocked Strangers , and ships , and merchandize : Once peace and freedom blest The cultivated plain : But wealth , that curse of man , Blighted the bud of its prosperity ...
... once it was the busiest haunt , Whither , as to a common centre , flocked Strangers , and ships , and merchandize : Once peace and freedom blest The cultivated plain : But wealth , that curse of man , Blighted the bud of its prosperity ...
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AHASUERUS art thou beams beasts BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child CHORUS clouds cold curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dread dream earth eternal evil eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers gentle GIACOMO grave grey hair heard heart heaven hope human Iona Jupiter Laon light lips living looks LUCRETIA MAMMON MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell poem PROMETHEUS PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
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Стр. 249 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Стр. 249 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Стр. 260 - 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.
Стр. 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet...
Стр. 292 - TO 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. 260 - 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. 259 - 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. 291 - 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. 325 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
Стр. 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...