The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One VolumeE. Moxon, 1871 - 715 oldal |
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12. oldal
... things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is the smallest particle Of the impassive atmosphere ...
... things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is the smallest particle Of the impassive atmosphere ...
27. oldal
... things are sold : the very light of heaven Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That lurk in the abysses of the deep , All objects of our life , even life itself , And the poor pittance ...
... things are sold : the very light of heaven Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That lurk in the abysses of the deep , All objects of our life , even life itself , And the poor pittance ...
30. oldal
... things that walk , swim , creep , or fly , Were gods : the sun had homage , and the moon Her worshipper . Then thou becamest a boy , More daring in thy frenzies : every shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which from ...
... things that walk , swim , creep , or fly , Were gods : the sun had homage , and the moon Her worshipper . Then thou becamest a boy , More daring in thy frenzies : every shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which from ...
32. oldal
... things , And all is wonder to unpractised sense : But , active , stedfast , and eternal , still Guides the fierce whirlwind , in the tempest roars , Cheers in the day , breathes in the balmy groves , Strengthens in health , and poisons ...
... things , And all is wonder to unpractised sense : But , active , stedfast , and eternal , still Guides the fierce whirlwind , in the tempest roars , Cheers in the day , breathes in the balmy groves , Strengthens in health , and poisons ...
35. oldal
... things have been imprinted there , The stars , the sea , the earth , the sky , Even the unshapeliest lineaments Of wild and fleeting visions Have left a record there To testify of earth . These are my empire , for to me is given The ...
... things have been imprinted there , The stars , the sea , the earth , the sky , Even the unshapeliest lineaments Of wild and fleeting visions Have left a record there To testify of earth . These are my empire , for to me is given The ...
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beams Beatrice beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dream earth eyes fair fear feel fell fire flame flow flowers gentle grave green grew hair hand hate hear heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy knew lady land leaves light lips live lone looked mighty mind moon morning mother mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past Peter rest round scorn seemed shadow shapes silent slaves sleep smile soft soon soul sound speak spirit spring stand stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought Till tower truth turned voice wandering waves weep wide wild wind wings woods youth
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485. oldal - 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!
245. oldal - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
483. oldal - O 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, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
576. oldal - The One remains, the many change and pass : Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
382. oldal - ... 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!
501. oldal - Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The...
604. oldal - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
503. oldal - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
597. oldal - 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?
503. oldal - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...