The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... voice in verse . Yet he was usually averse to expressing these feelings , except when highly idealised ; and many of his more beautiful effusions he had cast aside , unfinished , and they were never seen by me till after I had lost him ...
... voice in verse . Yet he was usually averse to expressing these feelings , except when highly idealised ; and many of his more beautiful effusions he had cast aside , unfinished , and they were never seen by me till after I had lost him ...
6. oldal
... voice , Loud as the voice of nature , shall have waked The nations ; and mankind perceive that vice Is discord , war , and misery ; that virtue Is peace , and happiness and harmony ; : When man's maturer nature shall disdain The ...
... voice , Loud as the voice of nature , shall have waked The nations ; and mankind perceive that vice Is discord , war , and misery ; that virtue Is peace , and happiness and harmony ; : When man's maturer nature shall disdain The ...
14. oldal
... voice Was heard on earth : earth shudder'd at the sound ; The fiery - visaged firmament express'd Abhorrence , and the grave of nature yawn'd To swallow all the dauntless and the good That dared to hurl defiance at his throne , Girt as ...
... voice Was heard on earth : earth shudder'd at the sound ; The fiery - visaged firmament express'd Abhorrence , and the grave of nature yawn'd To swallow all the dauntless and the good That dared to hurl defiance at his throne , Girt as ...
39. oldal
... voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn and move , Or think , or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! Some years after , when in Italy , a ...
... voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn and move , Or think , or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! Some years after , when in Italy , a ...
42. oldal
... voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . There was a Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverence reared , But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his mouldering ...
... voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . There was a Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverence reared , But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his mouldering ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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260. oldal - 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.
259. oldal - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
299. 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?
292. oldal - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
259. oldal - Philosophy 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. Why not I with thine...
289. oldal - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
260. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
291. oldal - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
260. oldal - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 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.
259. oldal - 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...