The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, 2. kötetReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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62. oldal
... leaves her Only one duty , how she may avenge : 200 You , but one refuge from ills ill endured ; Me , but one counsel ... LUCRETIA . For we cannot hope That aid , or retribution , or resource Will arise thence , where every other one ...
... leaves her Only one duty , how she may avenge : 200 You , but one refuge from ills ill endured ; Me , but one counsel ... LUCRETIA . For we cannot hope That aid , or retribution , or resource Will arise thence , where every other one ...
101. oldal
... leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide ; Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands have sent my father's soul To ask the mercy he ...
... leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide ; Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands have sent my father's soul To ask the mercy he ...
114. oldal
... leaf From the keen breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ...
... leaf From the keen breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ...
130. oldal
... leaves Are blighted ... white . . . cold . Say farewell , before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O , let me hear You speak ! BEATRICE . Farewell , my tender brother . Think 1 This line is so unlike Shelley in its defectiveness as given ...
... leaves Are blighted ... white . . . cold . Say farewell , before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O , let me hear You speak ! BEATRICE . Farewell , my tender brother . Think 1 This line is so unlike Shelley in its defectiveness as given ...
138. oldal
... leaf " : what was originally printed there , I know not ; but it may be that Julian and Maddalo was mentioned in it , as Mr. Ollier did propose to print that poem in the volume ; but Shelley objected . There are two pages of Ollier's ...
... leaf " : what was originally printed there , I know not ; but it may be that Julian and Maddalo was mentioned in it , as Mr. Ollier did propose to print that poem in the volume ; but Shelley objected . There are two pages of Ollier's ...
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295. 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! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
298. 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.
303. oldal - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 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.
300. oldal - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
292. oldal - 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...
304. oldal - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
299. 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...
294. oldal - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...
299. oldal - 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...
301. oldal - 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.