The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyMacmillan, 1891 - Počet stran: 708 |
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... eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs be- neath , The baby Sleep ... eye can hardly seize 2 QUEEN MAB.
... eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs be- neath , The baby Sleep ... eye can hardly seize 2 QUEEN MAB.
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... eye , Whose joy or pain thy nature cannot feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of ... eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose chains and massy walls We feel , but ...
... eye , Whose joy or pain thy nature cannot feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of ... eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose chains and massy walls We feel , but ...
Strana 25
... eye , Mixed with a quiet smile , shone calmly forth : The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs ; His resolute eyes were scorched to blind- ness soon ; His death - pang rent my heart ! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph , and ...
... eye , Mixed with a quiet smile , shone calmly forth : The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs ; His resolute eyes were scorched to blind- ness soon ; His death - pang rent my heart ! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph , and ...
Strana 60
... eyes appeared , sad , noisome , dark ; A lazar - house it seemed ; wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased - all maladies Of ghastly spasm , or racking torture , qualms Of heart - sick agony , all feverous kinds , Convulsions ...
... eyes appeared , sad , noisome , dark ; A lazar - house it seemed ; wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased - all maladies Of ghastly spasm , or racking torture , qualms Of heart - sick agony , all feverous kinds , Convulsions ...
Strana 63
... eyes beam hell of domestic life , into a calm and con- with healthfulness , and its invariable con- siderate ... eye , the ceaseless in- enjoy life , and no longer preclude others quietude of his nervous system , speak no from the ...
... eyes beam hell of domestic life , into a calm and con- with healthfulness , and its invariable con- siderate ... eye , the ceaseless in- enjoy life , and no longer preclude others quietude of his nervous system , speak no from the ...
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Adonais art thou beams Beatrice beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave Cenci child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon divine dread dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers FRAGMENT gentle golden grave green Harvard College hast hear heart heaven hope hour human Laon light lips living look Mephistopheles mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pain pale Panthea passion Percy Bysshe Shelley Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin sate Semichorus shadow Shelley Shelley's silent Silenus slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant Ulysses voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Strana 527 - 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 506 - 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 430 - 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 514 - Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth, The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned, — 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.
Strana 543 - 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 452 - Oh cease ! must hate and death return ? Cease ! must men kill and die ? Cease ! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy! The world is weary of the past, — Oh might it die or rest at last!
Strana 429 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Strana 429 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind.
Strana 293 - 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 429 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.