The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 sider |
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Side viii
... once to emotions common to us all ; some of these rest on the passion of love ; others on grief and despondency ; others on the sentiments inspired by natural objects . Shelley's con- ception of love was exalted , absorbing , allied to ...
... once to emotions common to us all ; some of these rest on the passion of love ; others on grief and despondency ; others on the sentiments inspired by natural objects . Shelley's con- ception of love was exalted , absorbing , allied to ...
Side ix
... once wrote to Shelley , " You are still very young , and in certain essential respects you do not yet sufficiently perceive that you are so . " It is seldom that the young know what youth is , till they have got beyond its period ; and ...
... once wrote to Shelley , " You are still very young , and in certain essential respects you do not yet sufficiently perceive that you are so . " It is seldom that the young know what youth is , till they have got beyond its period ; and ...
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... once attached to Shelley , must feel all other affections , however true and fond , as wasted on barren soil in comparison . It is our best consolation to know that such a pure - minded and exalted being was once among us , and now ...
... once attached to Shelley , must feel all other affections , however true and fond , as wasted on barren soil in comparison . It is our best consolation to know that such a pure - minded and exalted being was once among us , and now ...
Side 1
... Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage , Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror . Her dewy eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep is ...
... Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage , Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror . Her dewy eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep is ...
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... once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan cursed The building of that fane ; and many a father , Worn ...
... once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan cursed The building of that fane ; and many a father , Worn ...
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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...