The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyT. Y. Crowell Company, 1865 - 705 oldal |
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17. oldal
... Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring ; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits , the flowers , the trees , Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace , harmony , and love . The Universe , In nature's ...
... Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring ; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits , the flowers , the trees , Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace , harmony , and love . The Universe , In nature's ...
23. oldal
... Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts Deep wallow in the earnings of the poor , With whom thy master was : -or thou delight'st In numbering o'er the myriads of thy slain , All ...
... Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts Deep wallow in the earnings of the poor , With whom thy master was : -or thou delight'st In numbering o'er the myriads of thy slain , All ...
29. oldal
... Look back , and shudder at his younger years . VI . ALL touch , all eye , all ear , The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech . O'er the thin texture of its frame , The varying periods painted , changing glows ; As on a summer even ...
... Look back , and shudder at his younger years . VI . ALL touch , all eye , all ear , The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech . O'er the thin texture of its frame , The varying periods painted , changing glows ; As on a summer even ...
30. oldal
... look'st upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All living things that ...
... look'st upon ! -the stars , Which on thy cradle beamed so brightly sweet , Were gods to the distempered playfulness Of thy untutored infancy : the trees , The grass , the clouds , the mountains , and the sea , All living things that ...
48. oldal
... gradual being has confirmed ? Whose stingings bade thy heart look further still , When to the moonlight walk , by Henry led , Sweetly and sadly thou didst talk of death And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast , 48 QUEEN MAB .
... gradual being has confirmed ? Whose stingings bade thy heart look further still , When to the moonlight walk , by Henry led , Sweetly and sadly thou didst talk of death And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast , 48 QUEEN MAB .
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beneath blood breath bright calm Camillo caves Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dread dream earth eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle Giacomo grave green hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips live lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty mind Minotaur moon morning mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea Peter Bell Prometheus Purganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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487. 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! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
506. oldal - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
599. 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...
606. 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 - 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
502. oldal - 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. 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.
485. oldal - 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) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
503. oldal - 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.
580. oldal - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought...
578. 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 ! too surely shall thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become...