The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyWard, Lock, and Company, 1878 - 616 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 69
Stran 1
... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . 1. How wonderful is Death- Death , and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When , throned on ocean's ...
... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . 1. How wonderful is Death- Death , and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When , throned on ocean's ...
Stran 5
... gather . Not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man , Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
... gather . Not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man , Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
Stran 6
... gather speed . The sea no longer was distinguished ; earth Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere ; The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell ...
... gather speed . The sea no longer was distinguished ; earth Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere ; The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell ...
Stran 42
... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror . Man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror . Man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
Stran 43
... Passion's fearless wing , Nor searing Reason with the brand of God . Then steadily the happy ferment worked ; Reason was free ; and , wild though Passion went Through tangled glens and wood - embosomed meads , Gathering QUEEN MAB . 43.
... Passion's fearless wing , Nor searing Reason with the brand of God . Then steadily the happy ferment worked ; Reason was free ; and , wild though Passion went Through tangled glens and wood - embosomed meads , Gathering QUEEN MAB . 43.
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beneath blood breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled float flowers gathered gaze gentle Giacomo grave grey hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips living lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea passed peace Peter Bell Prometheus Pyrganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Stran 503 - 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.
Stran 461 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Stran 478 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Stran 265 - 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 ! THE CENCI.
Stran 461 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Stran 400 - 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. 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...
Stran 482 - 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...
Stran 401 - 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.
Stran 395 - The leprous corpse, touched by this spirit tender, Exhales itself in flowers of gentle breath ; Like incarnations of the stars, when splendour Is changed to fragrance, they illumine death, And mock the merry worm that wakes beneath. Nought we know dies : shall that alone which knows Be as a sword consumed before the sheath By sightless lightning?
Stran 391 - Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft...