The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 3Houghton Mifflin, 1892 |
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... happy state , the Queen Iona ( A loud cry from the Pigs ) She is innocent , most innocent ! PURGANAX That is the very thing that I was saying , Gentlemen Swine ; the Queen Iona being Most innocent , no doubt , returns to Thebes , And ...
... happy state , the Queen Iona ( A loud cry from the Pigs ) She is innocent , most innocent ! PURGANAX That is the very thing that I was saying , Gentlemen Swine ; the Queen Iona being Most innocent , no doubt , returns to Thebes , And ...
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... happy , sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship , lest there be No solace left for thee and me . VI Gentle and good and mild ...
... happy , sweet ! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear ; More need of words that ills abate ; Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship , lest there be No solace left for thee and me . VI Gentle and good and mild ...
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... happy light , Which were a fire within a stranger's hearth , Quenched even when kindled , — in untimely night , - Hiding the promise of a lovely birth ; VII By those unpractised accents of young speech , Which he who is a father thought ...
... happy light , Which were a fire within a stranger's hearth , Quenched even when kindled , — in untimely night , - Hiding the promise of a lovely birth ; VII By those unpractised accents of young speech , Which he who is a father thought ...
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... happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers , Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould ? Blossoms which were the joys that fell , And leaves , the hopes that yet remain . Forget the dead , the past ...
... happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers , Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould ? Blossoms which were the joys that fell , And leaves , the hopes that yet remain . Forget the dead , the past ...
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... happy there , That the spirits of the air , Envying us , may even entice To our healing paradise The polluting multitude ; But their rage would be subdued By that clime divine and calm , And the winds whose wings rain balm On the ...
... happy there , That the spirits of the air , Envying us , may even entice To our healing paradise The polluting multitude ; But their rage would be subdued By that clime divine and calm , And the winds whose wings rain balm On the ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beauty beneath blood blue Boscombe bosom bowers breast breath bright calm cancelled clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine Dowden dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers Forman Garnett gentle Gisborne gleam golden grave Greece green Harvard heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith hour Hunt Iona isles leaves Lerici light LINES WRITTEN living Lord Byron MAHMUD Medwin mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains Naples night o'er ocean odor Ollier omit Ozymandias pale poem Prometheus Unbound Published PURGANAX rain Rossetti conj round ruin SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadows Shelley from Pisa Shelley's silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit Stacey stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne towers transcript Trelawny tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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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!