The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - Počet stran: 498 |
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... once or twice compounded , Enriched the Church , and respited from hell An erring soul which might repent and live : But , that the glory and the interest Of the high throne he fills , little consist With making it a daily mart of guilt ...
... once or twice compounded , Enriched the Church , and respited from hell An erring soul which might repent and live : But , that the glory and the interest Of the high throne he fills , little consist With making it a daily mart of guilt ...
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... Bernard , and that gentle lady To whom I owe life , and these virtuous thoughts , Must suffer what I still have strength to share . Alas , Orsino ! All the love that once I felt for you , is turned to bitter pain THE CENCI .
... Bernard , and that gentle lady To whom I owe life , and these virtuous thoughts , Must suffer what I still have strength to share . Alas , Orsino ! All the love that once I felt for you , is turned to bitter pain THE CENCI .
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... once What did your father do or say to you ? He stayed not after that accursed feast One moment in your chamber . - Speak to me . Ber . O , sister , sister , prithee speak to us ! Beatr . ( Speaking very slowly , with a forced calmness ...
... once What did your father do or say to you ? He stayed not after that accursed feast One moment in your chamber . - Speak to me . Ber . O , sister , sister , prithee speak to us ! Beatr . ( Speaking very slowly , with a forced calmness ...
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... once in— How the delighted spirit pants for joy ! Lucr . ( Advancing timidly towards him . ) O husband , pray forgive poor Beatrice ; She meant not any ill . Cen . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp , whom you have taught by rote ...
... once in— How the delighted spirit pants for joy ! Lucr . ( Advancing timidly towards him . ) O husband , pray forgive poor Beatrice ; She meant not any ill . Cen . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp , whom you have taught by rote ...
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... once From thrice - driven beds of down and delicate food , A hundred servants and six palaces , To that which nature doth indeed require- Cam . Nay , there is reason in your plea ; ' twere hard . Giac . " Tis hard for a firm man to bear ...
... once From thrice - driven beds of down and delicate food , A hundred servants and six palaces , To that which nature doth indeed require- Cam . Nay , there is reason in your plea ; ' twere hard . Giac . " Tis hard for a firm man to bear ...
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Strana 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
Strana 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Strana 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Strana 356 - 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 429 - 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.
Strana 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Strana 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Strana 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Strana 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Strana 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.