The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 3Houghton Mifflin, 1892 |
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... breath Loading the mourning winds until they faint With living fragrance , are so beautiful ! Well , I say nothing ; but Europa rode On such a one from Asia into Crete , And the enamoured sea grew calm beneath His gliding beauty . And ...
... breath Loading the mourning winds until they faint With living fragrance , are so beautiful ! Well , I say nothing ; but Europa rode On such a one from Asia into Crete , And the enamoured sea grew calm beneath His gliding beauty . And ...
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... breath , Into the wintry forest of our life ; And struggling through its error with vain strife , And stumbling in my weakness and my haste , And half bewildered by new forms , I passed Seeking among those untaught foresters If I could ...
... breath , Into the wintry forest of our life ; And struggling through its error with vain strife , And stumbling in my weakness and my haste , And half bewildered by new forms , I passed Seeking among those untaught foresters If I could ...
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... Even and Morn Will worship thee with incense of calm breath And lights and shadows , as the star of Death 369 drew || drew'st , Rossetti . And Birth is worshipped by those sisters wild Called Hope 351-379 ] 57 EPIPSYCHIDION.
... Even and Morn Will worship thee with incense of calm breath And lights and shadows , as the star of Death 369 drew || drew'st , Rossetti . And Birth is worshipped by those sisters wild Called Hope 351-379 ] 57 EPIPSYCHIDION.
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... breath , Which he who grasps can hold not ; liker Death , Who rides upon a thought , and makes his way Through temple , tower , and palace , and the array Of arms ; more strength has Love than he or they ; For it can burst his charnel ...
... breath , Which he who grasps can hold not ; liker Death , Who rides upon a thought , and makes his way Through temple , tower , and palace , and the array Of arms ; more strength has Love than he or they ; For it can burst his charnel ...
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... in looks , which dart With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart , Harmonizing silence without a sound . Our breath shall intermix , our bosoms bound , And our veins beat together ; and our lips , 533-565 ] 63 EPIPSYCHIDION.
... in looks , which dart With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart , Harmonizing silence without a sound . Our breath shall intermix , our bosoms bound , And our veins beat together ; and our lips , 533-565 ] 63 EPIPSYCHIDION.
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Стр. 234 - 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, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 220 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Стр. 152 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Стр. 221 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 271 - 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. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 240 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Стр. 330 - 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. 267 - 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, Which only the angels hear, 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...
Стр. 87 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Стр. 85 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!