The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 3Houghton Mifflin, 1892 |
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... weep vain tears ; blood would less bitter be , Yet poured forth gladlier , could it profit thee . Seraph of Heaven ! too gentle to be human , Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman All that is insupportable in thee Of light , and.
... weep vain tears ; blood would less bitter be , Yet poured forth gladlier , could it profit thee . Seraph of Heaven ! too gentle to be human , Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman All that is insupportable in thee Of light , and.
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... Weeping , till sorrow becomes ecstasy - Then smile on it , so that it may not die . I never thought before my death to see Youth's vision thus made perfect . Emily , I love thee ; though the world by no thin name Will hide that love ...
... Weeping , till sorrow becomes ecstasy - Then smile on it , so that it may not die . I never thought before my death to see Youth's vision thus made perfect . Emily , I love thee ; though the world by no thin name Will hide that love ...
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... weep . What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep , Blotting that Moon , whose pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; And how my soul was as a lampless sea , And who was then its Tempest ; and when She , The ...
... weep . What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep , Blotting that Moon , whose pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; And how my soul was as a lampless sea , And who was then its Tempest ; and when She , The ...
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... weep themselves in dew , From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality . And from the sea there rise , and from the sky There fall , clear exhalations , soft and bright , Veil after veil , each hiding ...
... weep themselves in dew , From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality . And from the sea there rise , and from the sky There fall , clear exhalations , soft and bright , Veil after veil , each hiding ...
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... weep for Adonais ! though our tears aw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , And teach ... weep ! ADONAIS I I WEEP for Adonais - he is dead.
... weep for Adonais ! though our tears aw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , And teach ... weep ! ADONAIS I I WEEP for Adonais - he is dead.
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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!