The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Količina 1W. Dugdale, 1839 |
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Stran 5
... wake or sleep ? Beatr . As I have said , speak to me not of love . Had you a dispensation , I have not ; Nor will I leave this home of misery Whilst my poor Bernard , and that gentle lady To whom I owe life and these virtuous thoughts ...
... wake or sleep ? Beatr . As I have said , speak to me not of love . Had you a dispensation , I have not ; Nor will I leave this home of misery Whilst my poor Bernard , and that gentle lady To whom I owe life and these virtuous thoughts ...
Stran 34
... wake , still doubting if that deed Be just which was most necessary . O Thou unreplenished lamp ! whose narrow fire Is shaken by the wind , and on whose edge Devouring darkness hovers ! Thou small flame , Which , as a dying pulse rises ...
... wake , still doubting if that deed Be just which was most necessary . O Thou unreplenished lamp ! whose narrow fire Is shaken by the wind , and on whose edge Devouring darkness hovers ! Thou small flame , Which , as a dying pulse rises ...
Stran 36
... wakes Again , I will not trust to hireling hands- Ors . Why , that were well . I must be gone ; good night . When next we meet may all be done ! Giac . And all Forgotten . Oh , that I had never been ! ( Exeunt . , 00- ACT IV . SCENE I ...
... wakes Again , I will not trust to hireling hands- Ors . Why , that were well . I must be gone ; good night . When next we meet may all be done ! Giac . And all Forgotten . Oh , that I had never been ! ( Exeunt . , 00- ACT IV . SCENE I ...
Stran 42
... wake before the deed is done ? Beatr . O mother ! he must never wake again . What thou hast said persuades me that our act Will but dislodge a spirit of deep hell Out of a human form . Lucr . ' Tis true he spoke Of death and judgment ...
... wake before the deed is done ? Beatr . O mother ! he must never wake again . What thou hast said persuades me that our act Will but dislodge a spirit of deep hell Out of a human form . Lucr . ' Tis true he spoke Of death and judgment ...
Stran 46
... Count Cenci : doth he sleep ? Lucr . ( in a hurried and confused manner . ) I think he sleeps ; Yet , wake him not , I pray . Spare me awhile He is a wicked and a wrathful man . Should he be roused out of his sleep to - 46 THE CENCI .
... Count Cenci : doth he sleep ? Lucr . ( in a hurried and confused manner . ) I think he sleeps ; Yet , wake him not , I pray . Spare me awhile He is a wicked and a wrathful man . Should he be roused out of his sleep to - 46 THE CENCI .
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Ahasuerus amid anarchs art thou azure beams Beatr Beatrice beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dare dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON doth dread dream earth earthquake eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers folding star gaze gentle Giac golden grave grey hair hate hear heard heart Heaven hope hopes and fears human Laon light limbs lips living lone looks mighty moon morning mortal mountains night o'er ocean pain pale peace Prometheus round ruin sate scorn Semichorus shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne trance tremble tremulous truth twas tyrant veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings