The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 sider |
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... turned to deadliest agony , old age Shivers in selfish beauty's loathing arms , And youth's corrupted impulses prepare A life of horror from the blighting bane Of commerce : whilst the pestilence that springs From unenjoying sensualism ...
... turned to deadliest agony , old age Shivers in selfish beauty's loathing arms , And youth's corrupted impulses prepare A life of horror from the blighting bane Of commerce : whilst the pestilence that springs From unenjoying sensualism ...
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... turned but from the massacre Of unoffending infidels , to quench Their thirst for ruin in the very blood That flowed in their own veins , and pitiless zeal Froze every human feeling , as the wife Sheathed in her husband's heart the ...
... turned but from the massacre Of unoffending infidels , to quench Their thirst for ruin in the very blood That flowed in their own veins , and pitiless zeal Froze every human feeling , as the wife Sheathed in her husband's heart the ...
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... turned on man a fiercer savage - man . Man , and the animals whom he has infected with his society or depraved by his dominion , are alone diseased . The wild hog , the mouflon , the bison , and the wolf , are perfectly exempt from ...
... turned on man a fiercer savage - man . Man , and the animals whom he has infected with his society or depraved by his dominion , are alone diseased . The wild hog , the mouflon , the bison , and the wolf , are perfectly exempt from ...
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... turned poison into food , he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct ; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind , that beings , capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies ...
... turned poison into food , he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct ; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind , that beings , capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies ...
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... turned , And saw by the warm light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips ...
... turned , And saw by the warm light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips ...
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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...