The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Unannotated ed. Ed., with a critical mem., by W.M. Rossetti |
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Strana 2
... morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her smile ? Yes ! she will wake again , Although her glowing limbs are ...
... morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her smile ? Yes ! she will wake again , Although her glowing limbs are ...
Strana 18
... morning dance Along the spangling snow . There tracks of blood Even to the forest's depth , and scattered arms , And lifeless warriors whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not , mark the dreadful path Of the outsallying ...
... morning dance Along the spangling snow . There tracks of blood Even to the forest's depth , and scattered arms , And lifeless warriors whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not , mark the dreadful path Of the outsallying ...
Strana 22
... morning come ? " Is not thy youth A vain and feverish dream of sensualism ? Thy manhood blighted with unripe disease ? Are not thy views of unregretted death Drear , comfortless , and horrible ? Thy mind , Is it not morbid as thy ...
... morning come ? " Is not thy youth A vain and feverish dream of sensualism ? Thy manhood blighted with unripe disease ? Are not thy views of unregretted death Drear , comfortless , and horrible ? Thy mind , Is it not morbid as thy ...
Strana 40
... morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human thought . 8. " THE Present and the Past thou hast beheld : It was a desolate sight . Now , Spirit ...
... morning beam : The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human thought . 8. " THE Present and the Past thou hast beheld : It was a desolate sight . Now , Spirit ...
Strana 41
... morning's meal With the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet . ' Those trackless deeps where many a weary sail Has seen above the illimitable plain Morning on night , and night on morning , rise , Whilst still no land ...
... morning's meal With the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet . ' Those trackless deeps where many a weary sail Has seen above the illimitable plain Morning on night , and night on morning , rise , Whilst still no land ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams Beatrice beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm Camillo Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fear fire flame fled flowers gathered gaze gentle Giacomo grave grey hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope human Iona Laon light limbs lips living lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty Minotaur moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea passed Peter Peter Bell PRINCE ALEXANDER MAVROCORDATO Prometheus Pyrganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings
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Strana 395 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Strana 460 - 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...
Strana 459 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Strana 474 - O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Strana 459 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Strana 399 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strana 494 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills and the crags and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning...
Strana 495 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Strana 475 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. 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.
Strana 498 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.