The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Svazek 4Reeves and Turner, 1877 |
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Strana 9
... O'er our hearts Queen . VI . Lips touched by seraphim Breathe out the choral hymn 66 God save the Queen ! " Sweet as if angels sang , Loud as that trumpet's clang Wakening the world's dead gang , — God save the Queen ! 1 Probably ...
... O'er our hearts Queen . VI . Lips touched by seraphim Breathe out the choral hymn 66 God save the Queen ! " Sweet as if angels sang , Loud as that trumpet's clang Wakening the world's dead gang , — God save the Queen ! 1 Probably ...
Strana 19
... O'er the spiral cypress hanging And the moon no cloud is staining . II . It was once a Roman's chamber , Where he kept his darkest revels , And the wild weeds twine and clamber ; It was then a chasm for devils . FRAGMENT : ROME AND ...
... O'er the spiral cypress hanging And the moon no cloud is staining . II . It was once a Roman's chamber , Where he kept his darkest revels , And the wild weeds twine and clamber ; It was then a chasm for devils . FRAGMENT : ROME AND ...
Strana 39
... O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice ' Mid Alpine mountains ; And that the languid storm pursuing That winged shape , for ever flies Round those hoar branches , aye renewing Its aëry fountains . Some say when nights are dry and clear ...
... O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice ' Mid Alpine mountains ; And that the languid storm pursuing That winged shape , for ever flies Round those hoar branches , aye renewing Its aëry fountains . Some say when nights are dry and clear ...
Strana 43
... o'er the Elysian realm , It bore me like an Angel , o'er the waves Of sunlight , whose swift pinnace of dewy air No storm can overwhelm ; I sailed , where ever flows Under the calm Serene A spirit of deep emotion From the unknown graves ...
... o'er the Elysian realm , It bore me like an Angel , o'er the waves Of sunlight , whose swift pinnace of dewy air No storm can overwhelm ; I sailed , where ever flows Under the calm Serene A spirit of deep emotion From the unknown graves ...
Strana 45
... O'er Ruin desolate , O'er Falsehood's fallen state , Sit thou sublime , unawed ; be the Destroyer pale ! And equal laws be thine , And winged words let sail , Freighted with truth even from the throne of God : That wealth , surviving ...
... O'er Ruin desolate , O'er Falsehood's fallen state , Sit thou sublime , unawed ; be the Destroyer pale ! And equal laws be thine , And winged words let sail , Freighted with truth even from the throne of God : That wealth , surviving ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou beauty beneath bosom breath bright cave CHORUS clouds collected editions CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earlier version earth edition of 1839 EPODE eyes faint fair FAUST fear flowers FRAGMENT Fraser's Magazine Garnett gentle given hast heart Heaven immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves Leigh Hunt light living Medwin MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean pale Posthumous Poems Queen Queen Mab Relics of Shelley rocks Rossetti substitutes Rossetti's edition second edition seems SEMICHORUS Shel Shelley Papers Shelley's editions SILENUS sleep smile song sonnet Sophia Stacey sorrow soul spirit stanza stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tion transcript translation Trelawny's ULYSSES verses voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings word
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Strana 132 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Strana 24 - 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.
Strana 70 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Strana 133 - Best and brightest, come away! Fairer far than this fair Day, Which, like thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born. Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains...
Strana 514 - But it shall come to pass, if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God, to observe to do all his commandments and his statutes which I command thee this day ; that all these curses shall come upon thee, and overtake thee : Cursed shalt thou be in the city, and cursed shalt thou be in the field.
Strana 42 - I STOOD within the city disinterred ; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets ; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls. The oracular thunder penetrating shook The listening soul in my suspended blood ; I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spoke — I felt, but heard not. Through white columns glowed The isle-sustaining ocean-flood, A plane of light between two heavens of azure.
Strana 61 - To the Moon Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
Strana 472 - The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea ; yet the sea is not full ; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Strana 30 - The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams ; And gliding and springing, She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep ; The earth seemed to love her, And heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Then Alpheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook ; And opened a chasm In the rocks ; with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
Strana 12 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!