The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3. kötet,2. részRiverside Press, 1892 |
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231. oldal
... things that dare Her sacred name to bear , Strip them , as kings are , bare ; God save the Queen ! V Be her eternal throne Built in our hearts alone , - God save the Queen ! Let the oppressor hold Canopied seats of gold ; She sits ...
... things that dare Her sacred name to bear , Strip them , as kings are , bare ; God save the Queen ! V Be her eternal throne Built in our hearts alone , - God save the Queen ! Let the oppressor hold Canopied seats of gold ; She sits ...
245. oldal
... things by a law divine In one another's being mingle : Why not I with thine ? II See the mountains kiss high heaven , And the waves clasp one another ; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother ; And the sunlight ...
... things by a law divine In one another's being mingle : Why not I with thine ? II See the mountains kiss high heaven , And the waves clasp one another ; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother ; And the sunlight ...
252. oldal
... things of obscene and unlovely forms , She bore in a basket of Indian woof , Into the rough woods far aloof , - In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full , The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects ...
... things of obscene and unlovely forms , She bore in a basket of Indian woof , Into the rough woods far aloof , - In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full , The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects ...
258. oldal
... things seem , And we the shadows of the dream , It is a modest creed , and yet Pleasant , if one considers it , To own that death itself must be , Like all the rest , a mockery . 114 Whether || And if , Harvard MS . 118 Whether || Or if ...
... things seem , And we the shadows of the dream , It is a modest creed , and yet Pleasant , if one considers it , To own that death itself must be , Like all the rest , a mockery . 114 Whether || And if , Harvard MS . 118 Whether || Or if ...
273. oldal
... thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields or ... Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream - Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look ...
... thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want . What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields or ... Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream - Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look ...
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Adonais Baths of San beauty beneath Boscombe bosom breath bright Byron cancelled clouds cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight Dowden drama dreams earth Epipsychidion Essays and Letters eternal eyes fair fear feel Fiordispina flowers forest gentle Gisborne green Harvard hear heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith hour human Hunt James Thomson John Gisborne Keats leaves Lechlade Lerici light Lines written living Lord Byron Magnetic Lady Medwin moon morn mountains Naples never night o'er ocean Ollier omit pale Peacock pine POEMS WRITTEN poet Prometheus Unbound Published by Garnett Rossetti conj San Giuliano Serchio Shelley from Pisa Shelley Memorials Shelley's Note silent sleep smiles song Sonnet Sophia Stacey sorrow soul spirit Stacey stanzas stars stream summer sweet swift TEXT thee thine thou art thought transcript Trelawny tyrants verses verso wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods
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233. oldal - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...
234. oldal - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
240. oldal - 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 Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
469. oldal - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
271. oldal - 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. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
344. oldal - 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?
266. oldal - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead; As on the jag of a mountain crag, 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...
267. oldal - 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. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees...
351. oldal - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour 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.
243. oldal - 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.