The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Bind 3Little, Brown, 1855 |
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... eternal dead In marble immortality , that hill Which was thine earliest throne and latest oracle . VI . f.145 . Within the surface of Time's fleeting river Its wrinkled image lies , as then it lay Immovably unquiet , and for ever It ...
... eternal dead In marble immortality , that hill Which was thine earliest throne and latest oracle . VI . f.145 . Within the surface of Time's fleeting river Its wrinkled image lies , as then it lay Immovably unquiet , and for ever It ...
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... eternal years enthroned before us , In the dim West ; impress us from a seal , have thought and done ! Time cannot dare conceal . All ye XIV . Tomb of Arminius ! render up thy dead Till , like a standard from a watch - tower's staff ...
... eternal years enthroned before us , In the dim West ; impress us from a seal , have thought and done ! Time cannot dare conceal . All ye XIV . Tomb of Arminius ! render up thy dead Till , like a standard from a watch - tower's staff ...
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... eternal thought , To judge with solemn truth life's ill - apportioned lot ? Blind Love , and equal Justice , and the Fame Of what has been , the Hope of what will be ? O , Liberty ! if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from ...
... eternal thought , To judge with solemn truth life's ill - apportioned lot ? Blind Love , and equal Justice , and the Fame Of what has been , the Hope of what will be ? O , Liberty ! if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from ...
Side 52
... rainbows , and the flowers , With their ethereal colours ; the Moon's globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers Are cinctured with my power as with a robe ; Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine Are portions 52 Hymn of Apollo.
... rainbows , and the flowers , With their ethereal colours ; the Moon's globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers Are cinctured with my power as with a robe ; Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine Are portions 52 Hymn of Apollo.
Side 66
... eternal puns , Which beat the dullest brain for smiles , like duns Thundering for money at a poet's door ; Alas ! it is no use to say , " I'm poor ! " Or oft in graver mood , when he will look Things wiser than were ever said in book ...
... eternal puns , Which beat the dullest brain for smiles , like duns Thundering for money at a poet's door ; Alas ! it is no use to say , " I'm poor ! " Or oft in graver mood , when he will look Things wiser than were ever said in book ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight DEMON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst Widener Library wild wind wings Witch
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Side 166 - 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.
Side 32 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, 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 : XI.
Side 170 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Side 173 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? 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!
Side 29 - 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 167 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Side 25 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Side 165 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Side 27 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 31 - 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...