The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
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... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
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... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
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... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
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... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
Agathon AHASUERUS Apennines beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth Eryximachus eternal evil eyes fear feel fire flowers gentle GISBORNE grave happy hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy LEIGH HUNT light lips living look Lord Byron LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains Naples nature never night o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa Plato poem poet poetry Prometheus Queen Mab rocks Rome round ruin sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile Socrates soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
Populære passager
Side 260 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 249 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Side 259 - 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 ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Side 260 - 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 260 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 203 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
Side 259 - 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 299 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 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 177 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Side 289 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.