The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... to the Volume of Posthumous Poems pub- lished in 1824 226 HIMNS OF HOMER . TRANSLATIONS . Hymn to Mercury To the Sun To the Moon • To the Earth , Mother of all . 283 266 267 268 To Castor and Pollux · To Minerva • 269 270 CONTENTS . vii.
... to the Volume of Posthumous Poems pub- lished in 1824 226 HIMNS OF HOMER . TRANSLATIONS . Hymn to Mercury To the Sun To the Moon • To the Earth , Mother of all . 283 266 267 268 To Castor and Pollux · To Minerva • 269 270 CONTENTS . vii.
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... earth with pigs ; cut close and deep . Moral restraint I see has no effect , Nor prostitution , nor our own example , Starvation , typhus - fever , war , nor prison . This was the art which the arch - priest of OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT .
... earth with pigs ; cut close and deep . Moral restraint I see has no effect , Nor prostitution , nor our own example , Starvation , typhus - fever , war , nor prison . This was the art which the arch - priest of OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT .
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... earth pours forth its plenteous fruits , Corn , wool , linen , flesh , and roots . Those who consume these fruits through thee grow fat , Those who produce these fruits through thee grow lean , OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . 37 86.
... earth pours forth its plenteous fruits , Corn , wool , linen , flesh , and roots . Those who consume these fruits through thee grow fat , Those who produce these fruits through thee grow lean , OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . 37 86.
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... earth's inconstancy ? Did thine own mind afford no scope Of love , or moving thoughts to thee ? That natural scenes or human smiles Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles . Yes , all the faithless smiles are fled Whose ...
... earth's inconstancy ? Did thine own mind afford no scope Of love , or moving thoughts to thee ? That natural scenes or human smiles Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles . Yes , all the faithless smiles are fled Whose ...
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... earth can give , Passionless calm , and silence unreproved , Whether the dead find , O , not sleep ! but rest , And are the uncomplaining things they seem , Or live , or drop in the deep sea of Love ; O , that like thine , mine epitaph ...
... earth can give , Passionless calm , and silence unreproved , Whether the dead find , O , not sleep ! but rest , And are the uncomplaining things they seem , Or live , or drop in the deep sea of Love ; O , that like thine , mine epitaph ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Стр. 326 - 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. 99 - 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. 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Стр. 138 - 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. 322 - 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...
Стр. 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Стр. 319 - 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.
Стр. 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Стр. 327 - 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.
Стр. 321 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.