The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, 2. kötetE. Moxon, 1870 |
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9. oldal
... ruin Without which - what were chastity ? IX . Lawyers , judges , old hobnobbers , Are there , -bailiffs - Chancellors- Bishops - great and little robbers— Rhymesters pamphleteers - stock - jobbers- Men of glory in the wars , — X ...
... ruin Without which - what were chastity ? IX . Lawyers , judges , old hobnobbers , Are there , -bailiffs - Chancellors- Bishops - great and little robbers— Rhymesters pamphleteers - stock - jobbers- Men of glory in the wars , — X ...
28. oldal
... ruin Without which - what were chastity ? What would this husk and excuse for a virtue be without its kernel prostitution , or the kernel prostitution without this husk of a virtue ? I wonder the women of the town do not form an ...
... ruin Without which - what were chastity ? What would this husk and excuse for a virtue be without its kernel prostitution , or the kernel prostitution without this husk of a virtue ? I wonder the women of the town do not form an ...
108. oldal
... ruin is something perfectly inexplicable to a mere spectator of the shows of this mortal scene . We are all Greeks . Our laws , our literature , our religion , our arts , have their root in Greece . But for Greece - Rome , the ...
... ruin is something perfectly inexplicable to a mere spectator of the shows of this mortal scene . We are all Greeks . Our laws , our literature , our religion , our arts , have their root in Greece . But for Greece - Rome , the ...
109. oldal
... ruin from which they shall never arise . Well do these destroyers of mankind know their enemy , when they impute the insur- rection in Greece to the same spirit before which they tremble throughout the rest of Europe ; and that enemy ...
... ruin from which they shall never arise . Well do these destroyers of mankind know their enemy , when they impute the insur- rection in Greece to the same spirit before which they tremble throughout the rest of Europe ; and that enemy ...
113. oldal
... ruin The conqueror and the conquered ! Heave the tower Into the gap - wrench off the roof ! Enter HASSAN . Ha ! what ! The truth of day lightens upon my dream , And I am Mahmud still . Hassan . Is strangely moved . Mahmud . Your Sublime ...
... ruin The conqueror and the conquered ! Heave the tower Into the gap - wrench off the roof ! Enter HASSAN . Ha ! what ! The truth of day lightens upon my dream , And I am Mahmud still . Hassan . Is strangely moved . Mahmud . Your Sublime ...
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Ahasuerus Apennine art thou beams beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dost dream earth eternal eyes faint Faust fear fire fled flowers gentle Gisborne glory golden grave Greece green hear heart heaven hope Iona King kiss Lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light living Lord Lord Byron Mahmud melody Mephistopheles mighty moon morning mortal mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pale Peter Bell Pisa poem Pyrganax rain round ruin SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's Silenus sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stanza stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne Tmolus tower Ulysses veil verse voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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207. oldal - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
295. oldal - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
210. 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 Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber- window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
237. oldal - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 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.
183. oldal - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
105. oldal - Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
237. oldal - 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...
104. oldal - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light...
138. oldal - Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
240. 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.