The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - Всего страниц: 603 |
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... thou ! Imperishable as this scene , Here is thy fitting temple . II . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , ...
... thou ! Imperishable as this scene , Here is thy fitting temple . II . If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , ...
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... Thou knowest how great is man , Thou knowest his imbecility : Yet learn thou what he is ; Yet learn the lofty destiny Which restless time prepares For every living soul . Behold a gorgeous palace , that , amid Yon populous city , rears ...
... Thou knowest how great is man , Thou knowest his imbecility : Yet learn thou what he is ; Yet learn the lofty destiny Which restless time prepares For every living soul . Behold a gorgeous palace , that , amid Yon populous city , rears ...
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... Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human ...
... Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human ...
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... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Ay , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ...
... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Ay , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ...
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... Thou taintest all thou lookest upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All ...
... Thou taintest all thou lookest upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All ...
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Стр. 453 - 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, ev'n from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height — The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 503 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour 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. 333 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Стр. 454 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 552 - Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Стр. 454 - 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. Be thou, spirit fierce. My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Стр. 504 - 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. 256 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Стр. 327 - Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst As it has ever done, with change and motion, From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos; in its...
Стр. 323 - Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft...