The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text Carefully Revised by William Michael Rossetti, Band 3John Slark, 1885 |
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... head is wild with weeping for a grief ... 49. Flourishing vine , whose kindling clusters glow 50. Follow to the deep wood's weeds ( 1819 ) 51. And who feels discord now or sorrow ? .. .. 223 223 .. .. .. 223 224 .. 224 .. 224 .. 224 ...
... head is wild with weeping for a grief ... 49. Flourishing vine , whose kindling clusters glow 50. Follow to the deep wood's weeds ( 1819 ) 51. And who feels discord now or sorrow ? .. .. 223 223 .. .. .. 223 224 .. 224 .. 224 .. 224 ...
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... head is heavy , my limbs are weary ( 1820 ) 74. Such hope as is the sick despair of good .. 75. The Waning Moon .. 231 .. ·· 232 232 .. .. 232 232 .. 233 233 233 233 .. .. 234 .. 234 234 234 235 235 76. To the Moon .. 235 77. Unrisen ...
... head is heavy , my limbs are weary ( 1820 ) 74. Such hope as is the sick despair of good .. 75. The Waning Moon .. 231 .. ·· 232 232 .. .. 232 232 .. 233 233 233 233 .. .. 234 .. 234 234 234 235 235 76. To the Moon .. 235 77. Unrisen ...
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... head , The blooms of dewy Spring shall gleam beneath thy feet : But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead , Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile , ere thou and peace , may meet . The cloud - shadows of ...
... head , The blooms of dewy Spring shall gleam beneath thy feet : But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead , Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile , ere thou and peace , may meet . The cloud - shadows of ...
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... did shed On thy dear head Its frozen dew , and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky Might visit thee at will . NOTE ON THE EARLY POEMS , BY MRS . SHELLEY LINES . 7 Lines (The cold earth slept below)
... did shed On thy dear head Its frozen dew , and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky Might visit thee at will . NOTE ON THE EARLY POEMS , BY MRS . SHELLEY LINES . 7 Lines (The cold earth slept below)
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... head a leaden cowl To weigh thee down to thine approaching doom ! V. I curse thee by a parent's outraged love ; By hopes long cherished and too lately lost ; By gentle feelings thou couldst never prove ; By griefs which thy stern nature ...
... head a leaden cowl To weigh thee down to thine approaching doom ! V. I curse thee by a parent's outraged love ; By hopes long cherished and too lately lost ; By gentle feelings thou couldst never prove ; By griefs which thy stern nature ...
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ANTISTROPHE Apennine Archy art thou beams beauty beneath blast blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight Demon divine dost dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fair Faust fear fierce fire fleeting river flowers gentle glory golden grave green grief hear heart heaven hope hour King Lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light living Lord melody Mephistopheles mighty moon mortal mountains Naples never night o'er ocean pale Pisa poem rain rocks round SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley Shelley's shore silent Silenus sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey sorrow soul spirit stars storm Strafford stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne Tmolus tower Ulysses Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Seite 122 - 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.
Seite 50 - 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! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Seite 70 - 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...
Seite 90 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? — And I replied. No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead. Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight. Come soon, soon ! TIME [Publ.
Seite 49 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Seite 70 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Seite 69 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Seite 68 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 89 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
Seite 74 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.