The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... fire upon its forehead . Its words are almost drowned in the furious grunting of the Pigs , and the business of the trial . She kneels on the steps of the Altar , and speaks in tones at first faint and low , but which OR , SWELLFOOT THE ...
... fire upon its forehead . Its words are almost drowned in the furious grunting of the Pigs , and the business of the trial . She kneels on the steps of the Altar , and speaks in tones at first faint and low , but which OR , SWELLFOOT THE ...
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... fire , Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells , Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire , Around whose lessening and invisible height Gather among the stars the clouds of night . The dead are sleeping in their ...
... fire , Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells , Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire , Around whose lessening and invisible height Gather among the stars the clouds of night . The dead are sleeping in their ...
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... fire's beam On a sluggish stream Gleams dimly - so the moon shone there , And it yellowed the strings of thy tangled hair , That shook in the wind of night . The moon made thy lips pale , beloved ; The wind made thy bosom chill ; The ...
... fire's beam On a sluggish stream Gleams dimly - so the moon shone there , And it yellowed the strings of thy tangled hair , That shook in the wind of night . The moon made thy lips pale , beloved ; The wind made thy bosom chill ; The ...
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... fire envelope once this silent snow ? None can reply - all seems eternal now . The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt , or faith so mild , So solemn , so serene , that man may be But for such faith with nature ...
... fire envelope once this silent snow ? None can reply - all seems eternal now . The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt , or faith so mild , So solemn , so serene , that man may be But for such faith with nature ...
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... fire the vulgar breast , And quench in speedy smoke its feeble flame , Had left within his soul the dark unrest : Nor what religion fables of the grave Feared he , -Philosophy's accepted guest , For none than he a purer heart could have ,
... fire the vulgar breast , And quench in speedy smoke its feeble flame , Had left within his soul the dark unrest : Nor what religion fables of the grave Feared he , -Philosophy's accepted guest , For none than he a purer heart could have ,
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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.