The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Unannotated ed. Ed., with a critical mem., by W.M. Rossetti |
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Strana viii
... Night 516 Time Long Past 516 Sonnet ( Ye hasten to the dead : what seek ye there ) 517 517 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821-- Dirge for the Year To Night From the Arabic , an Imitation To Emilia Viviani Time 518 519 519 520 The Fugitives . Lines ...
... Night 516 Time Long Past 516 Sonnet ( Ye hasten to the dead : what seek ye there ) 517 517 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821-- Dirge for the Year To Night From the Arabic , an Imitation To Emilia Viviani Time 518 519 519 520 The Fugitives . Lines ...
Strana 5
... night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound ; Saw but the fairy pageant , - Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The Fairy's frame was slight ; slight as some cloud That catches but the palest tinge of ...
... night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound ; Saw but the fairy pageant , - Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The Fairy's frame was slight ; slight as some cloud That catches but the palest tinge of ...
Strana 7
... night was fair , and countless stars Studded heaven's dark - blue vault , - The eastern wave grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And ...
... night was fair , and countless stars Studded heaven's dark - blue vault , - The eastern wave grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And ...
Strana 30
... night of so many wretched souls , And see no hope for them ? Will not the Universal Spirit e'er Revivify this withered limb of heaven ? ” The Fairy calmly smiled In comfort , and a kindling gleam of hope Suffused the Spirit's lineaments ...
... night of so many wretched souls , And see no hope for them ? Will not the Universal Spirit e'er Revivify this withered limb of heaven ? ” The Fairy calmly smiled In comfort , and a kindling gleam of hope Suffused the Spirit's lineaments ...
Strana 39
... night , and night on morning , rise , Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the sun - bright sea , QUEEN MAB . 39 Charles the First.
... night , and night on morning , rise , Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the sun - bright sea , QUEEN MAB . 39 Charles the First.
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arms beams Beatrice beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm child clouds cold curse dare dark dead death deep dream earth eyes fair fear feel fell fire flame flow flowers gathered gentle gold grave green grew hair hand hate hear heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy King knew leaves light lips living looks Lucretia mighty mind moon morning mother mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale passed peace rest round ruin seemed shade shadow shapes silent slaves sleep smile soon soul sound speak spirit Spring stand stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought throne truth turned tyrant voice wandering waves weep wide 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.