The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyE. Moxon, 1839 - Počet stran: 363 |
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Strana 3
... thou ! Imperishable as this scene , Here is thy fitting temple ! II . IF solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , ...
... thou ! Imperishable as this scene , Here is thy fitting temple ! II . IF solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , ...
Strana 5
... Thou canst not find one spot Whereon no city stood . How strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I ...
... Thou canst not find one spot Whereon no city stood . How strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I ...
Strana 7
... Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human ...
... Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human ...
Strana 9
... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Aye , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying ...
... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Aye , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying ...
Strana 12
... Thou taintest all thou look'st upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All ...
... Thou taintest all thou look'st upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All ...
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AHASUERUS art thou beams beasts BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child CHORUS clouds cold curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dread dream earth eternal evil eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers gentle GIACOMO grave grey hair heard heart heaven hope human Iona Jupiter Laon light lips living looks LUCRETIA MAMMON MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell poem PROMETHEUS PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
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Strana 249 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Strana 249 - 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 260 - 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.
Strana 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, 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...
Strana 292 - TO 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 260 - 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.
Strana 259 - 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 291 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strana 325 - 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.
Strana 259 - 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...