The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 sider |
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... gold , that motionless Hung o'er the sinking sphere : Thou must have marked the billowy clouds Edged with intolerable radiancy , Towering like rocks of jet Crowned with a diamond wreath . And yet there is a moment , When the sun's ...
... gold , that motionless Hung o'er the sinking sphere : Thou must have marked the billowy clouds Edged with intolerable radiancy , Towering like rocks of jet Crowned with a diamond wreath . And yet there is a moment , When the sun's ...
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... gold , Gleaming around , and numerous viands culled From every clime , could force the loathing sense To overcome satiety , -if wealth The spring it draws from poisons not , or vice , Unfeeling , stubborn vice , converteth not Its food ...
... gold , Gleaming around , and numerous viands culled From every clime , could force the loathing sense To overcome satiety , -if wealth The spring it draws from poisons not , or vice , Unfeeling , stubborn vice , converteth not Its food ...
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... gold , And promises of fame , the thoughtless youth Already crushed with servitude : he knows His wretchedness too late , and cherishes Repentance for his ruin , when his doom Is sealed in gold and blood ! Those too the tyrant serve ...
... gold , And promises of fame , the thoughtless youth Already crushed with servitude : he knows His wretchedness too late , and cherishes Repentance for his ruin , when his doom Is sealed in gold and blood ! Those too the tyrant serve ...
Side 10
... gold : Before whose image bow the vulgar great , The vainly rich , the miserable proud , [ chain The mob of peasants , nobles , priests , and kings , And with blind feelings reverence the power That grinds them to the dust of misery ...
... gold : Before whose image bow the vulgar great , The vainly rich , the miserable proud , [ chain The mob of peasants , nobles , priests , and kings , And with blind feelings reverence the power That grinds them to the dust of misery ...
Side 11
... gold to pay the pangs Of outraged conscience ; for the slavish priest Sets no great value on his hireling faith : A little passing pomp , some servile souls , Whom cowardice itself might safely chain , Or the spare mite of avarice could ...
... gold to pay the pangs Of outraged conscience ; for the slavish priest Sets no great value on his hireling faith : A little passing pomp , some servile souls , Whom cowardice itself might safely chain , Or the spare mite of avarice could ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Side 260 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Side 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Side 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Side 292 - 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...
Side 259 - 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. Why not I with thine...
Side 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Side 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Side 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Side 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 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.
Side 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...