The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Band 1Macmillian, 1895 - 708 Seiten |
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... tears , the path Of his departure from their father's door . At length upon the lone Chorasmian shore He paused , a wide and melancholy waste For ing lips . sleep , he knew , kept most relent- lessly Its precious charge , and silent ...
... tears , the path Of his departure from their father's door . At length upon the lone Chorasmian shore He paused , a wide and melancholy waste For ing lips . sleep , he knew , kept most relent- lessly Its precious charge , and silent ...
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... tear Be shed - not even in thought . Nor , when those hues Are gone , and those divinest lineaments , Worn by the ... tears , " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves ...
... tear Be shed - not even in thought . Nor , when those hues Are gone , and those divinest lineaments , Worn by the ... tears , " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves ...
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... tears , And in thy gentle speech , a prophecy Is whispered , to subdue my fondest fears : And , through thine eyes , even in thy soul I see A lamp of vestal fire burning internally . XII They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth ...
... tears , And in thy gentle speech , a prophecy Is whispered , to subdue my fondest fears : And , through thine eyes , even in thy soul I see A lamp of vestal fire burning internally . XII They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth ...
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... tears , which silently to flow Paused not , its lustre hung : she , watching aye The foam - wreaths which the faint tide wove below Upon the spangled sands , groaned heavily , And after every groan looked up over the sea . XVIII And ...
... tears , which silently to flow Paused not , its lustre hung : she , watching aye The foam - wreaths which the faint tide wove below Upon the spangled sands , groaned heavily , And after every groan looked up over the sea . XVIII And ...
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... tears . Feeble historians of its shame and glory , False disputants on all its hopes and fears , Victims who worshipped ruin , chroniclers Of daily scorn , and slaves who loathed their state , Yet , flattering power , had given its ...
... tears . Feeble historians of its shame and glory , False disputants on all its hopes and fears , Victims who worshipped ruin , chroniclers Of daily scorn , and slaves who loathed their state , Yet , flattering power , had given its ...
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Adonais Ahasuerus art thou beams Beatrice beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave Cenci child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers FRAGMENT gentle golden grave green Harvard College hast hear heart heaven hope hour human King Laon light lips living look Mephistopheles mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pain pale Panthea passion Percy Bysshe Shelley Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin Semichorus shadow Shelley Shelley's silent Silenus slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant Ulysses voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Seite 525 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Seite 425 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Seite 525 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Seite 541 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Seite 524 - Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
Seite 542 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower : Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear,...
Seite 524 - O 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...
Seite 541 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,...
Seite 524 - 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 living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Seite 542 - 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. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.