The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose: Now First Together with Many Pieces Not Before PublishedReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... thing like a dry exhibition of it on the stage would be insupportable . The person who would treat such a subject must increase the ideal , and diminish the actual horror of the events , so that the pleasure which arises from the poetry ...
... thing like a dry exhibition of it on the stage would be insupportable . The person who would treat such a subject must increase the ideal , and diminish the actual horror of the events , so that the pleasure which arises from the poetry ...
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... things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . 45 Why is she barred from all society But her own ... thing , I pray you , recollect henceforth , And so we shall converse with less restraint . A man you knew spoke of ...
... things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . 45 Why is she barred from all society But her own ... thing , I pray you , recollect henceforth , And so we shall converse with less restraint . A man you knew spoke of ...
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... thing I thought ; While lust was sweeter than revenge ; and now Invention palls : -Aye , we must all grow old- And but that there yet remains a deed to act1 Whose horror might make sharp an appetite Duller than mine - I'd do , -I know ...
... thing I thought ; While lust was sweeter than revenge ; and now Invention palls : -Aye , we must all grow old- And but that there yet remains a deed to act1 Whose horror might make sharp an appetite Duller than mine - I'd do , -I know ...
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... thing I sought . My disobedient and rebellious sons 40 45 Are dead ! Why dead ! -What means this change of cheer ? You hear me not , I tell you they are dead ; And they will need no food or raiment more : The tapers that did light them ...
... thing I sought . My disobedient and rebellious sons 40 45 Are dead ! Why dead ! -What means this change of cheer ? You hear me not , I tell you they are dead ; And they will need no food or raiment more : The tapers that did light them ...
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... thing To touch such mischief as I now conceive : So men sit shivering on the dewy bank , 125 And try the chill stream with their feet ; once in ... How the delighted spirit pants for joy ! LUCRETIA . ( Advancing timidly towards him ) Oh ...
... thing To touch such mischief as I now conceive : So men sit shivering on the dewy bank , 125 And try the chill stream with their feet ; once in ... How the delighted spirit pants for joy ! LUCRETIA . ( Advancing timidly towards him ) Oh ...
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Стр. 296 - 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 noonday 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 301 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 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. 297 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent...
Стр. 293 - 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. 297 - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit...
Стр. 302 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Стр. 298 - Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Стр. 296 - 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder.
Стр. 181 - He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Стр. 302 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.