The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Repr., with mem., notes &c, Vydání 800 |
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Strana 15
... delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the Than on the dome of kings ? cottage thatch , Is mother earth A step - dame to her numerous ...
... delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the Than on the dome of kings ? cottage thatch , Is mother earth A step - dame to her numerous ...
Strana 19
... delight , The lawyer's jest , the hired assassin's trade , And , to those royal murderers , whose mean thrones Are bought by crimes of treachery and gore , The bread they eat , the staff on which they lean . Guards , garbed in blood ...
... delight , The lawyer's jest , the hired assassin's trade , And , to those royal murderers , whose mean thrones Are bought by crimes of treachery and gore , The bread they eat , the staff on which they lean . Guards , garbed in blood ...
Strana 21
... delight , all love , And judgment cease to wage unnatural war With passion's unsubduable array . Twin - sister of religion , selfishness ! Rival in crime and falsehood , aping all The wanton horrors of her bloody play ; Yet frozen QUEEN ...
... delight , all love , And judgment cease to wage unnatural war With passion's unsubduable array . Twin - sister of religion , selfishness ! Rival in crime and falsehood , aping all The wanton horrors of her bloody play ; Yet frozen QUEEN ...
Strana 56
... delightful realms ? This doubt with sudden tide flowed on his heart , The insatiate hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At ...
... delightful realms ? This doubt with sudden tide flowed on his heart , The insatiate hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At ...
Strana 68
... delights , and thou , have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee . X. Is it , that now my inexperienced fingers But strike the prelude of a loftier strain ? Or , must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in ...
... delights , and thou , have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee . X. Is it , that now my inexperienced fingers But strike the prelude of a loftier strain ? Or , must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in ...
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Strana 540 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : ' ' Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: ' My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair !
Strana 460 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Strana 495 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strana 485 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! 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!
Strana 491 - LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle — Why not I with thine...
Strana 244 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Strana 442 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Strana 67 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Strana 311 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw 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 them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Strana 460 - Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were,...