The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Bind 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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Side 7
... heard your Laureate sing , That pity was a royal thing . Under your mighty ancestors , we pigs Were bless'd as nightingales on myrtle sprigs , Or grasshoppers that live on noon - day dew , And sung , old annals tell , as sweetly too ...
... heard your Laureate sing , That pity was a royal thing . Under your mighty ancestors , we pigs Were bless'd as nightingales on myrtle sprigs , Or grasshoppers that live on noon - day dew , And sung , old annals tell , as sweetly too ...
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... heard . PURGANAX . Ha ! what do I hear ? Enter GADFly . MAMMON . Your Gadfly , as it seems , is tired of gadding . GADFLY . Hum , hum , hum ! [ scalps From the lakes of the Alps , and the cold gray Of the mountains , I come ! Hum , hum ...
... heard . PURGANAX . Ha ! what do I hear ? Enter GADFly . MAMMON . Your Gadfly , as it seems , is tired of gadding . GADFLY . Hum , hum , hum ! [ scalps From the lakes of the Alps , and the cold gray Of the mountains , I come ! Hum , hum ...
Side 32
... heard of the Pigs out of Doors , which communicates itself to those within . During the first Stro- phe , the doors of the Sty are staved in , and a number of exceedingly lean Pigs and Sows and Boars rush in . SEMICHORUS I. No ! Yes ...
... heard of the Pigs out of Doors , which communicates itself to those within . During the first Stro- phe , the doors of the Sty are staved in , and a number of exceedingly lean Pigs and Sows and Boars rush in . SEMICHORUS I. No ! Yes ...
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... heard of him from some who knew him well . He regarded his change of opinions as rather an act of will than conviction , and believed that in his inner heart he would be haunted by what Shelley considered the better and holier ...
... heard of him from some who knew him well . He regarded his change of opinions as rather an act of will than conviction , and believed that in his inner heart he would be haunted by what Shelley considered the better and holier ...
Side 63
... heard , I saw them not ; When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming , Sudden , thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked , and clasped my ...
... heard , I saw them not ; When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming , Sudden , thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked , and clasped my ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Side 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 99 - 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 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Side 138 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Side 322 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Side 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Side 319 - Philosophy 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 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Side 327 - 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.
Side 321 - 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.