The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose: Now First Together with Many Pieces Not Before PublishedReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... PASSAGE OF THE ODE TO LIBERTY EDIPUS TYRANNUS ; OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . A TRAGEDY . TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL ... PASSAGES 389 ן APPENDIX I. RELATION OF THE DEATH OF THE FAMILY OF vi CONTENTS .
... PASSAGE OF THE ODE TO LIBERTY EDIPUS TYRANNUS ; OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . A TRAGEDY . TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL ... PASSAGES 389 ן APPENDIX I. RELATION OF THE DEATH OF THE FAMILY OF vi CONTENTS .
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... passage in " El Purgatorio de San Patricio " of Calderon ; the only plagiarism which I have intentionally committed in the whole piece . [ SHELLEY'S NOTE . ] 2 There is a full - stop at men in Shelley's and Mrs. Shelley's editions . men ...
... passage in " El Purgatorio de San Patricio " of Calderon ; the only plagiarism which I have intentionally committed in the whole piece . [ SHELLEY'S NOTE . ] 2 There is a full - stop at men in Shelley's and Mrs. Shelley's editions . men ...
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... passage in that pathetic sonnet in which , ad- dressing a dear friend , he [ Shake- speare ] complains of his own situation as an actor , and says that his nature is ( I quote from memory ) ' Subdued To what it works in , like the ...
... passage in that pathetic sonnet in which , ad- dressing a dear friend , he [ Shake- speare ] complains of his own situation as an actor , and says that his nature is ( I quote from memory ) ' Subdued To what it works in , like the ...
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... passage , dark and lofty and opening into gloomy subter- ranean chambers , struck me particularly . Of the Castle of Petrella , 1 I could obtain no further infor- mation than that which is to be found in the manuscript . 54 1 Mr ...
... passage , dark and lofty and opening into gloomy subter- ranean chambers , struck me particularly . Of the Castle of Petrella , 1 I could obtain no further infor- mation than that which is to be found in the manuscript . 54 1 Mr ...
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... inferred from Mr. Swin- burne's note on the passage at p . 202 of his Essays and Studies . Mrs. Shel- ley drops the word out ; and Mr. Rossetti restores it . CENCI . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp SCENE I. ] 43 THE CENCI .
... inferred from Mr. Swin- burne's note on the passage at p . 202 of his Essays and Studies . Mrs. Shel- ley drops the word out ; and Mr. Rossetti restores it . CENCI . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp SCENE I. ] 43 THE CENCI .
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296. oldal - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 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.
301. 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.
297. 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 and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent...
293. oldal - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
297. 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...
302. 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.
298. oldal - Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, 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.
296. oldal - 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder.
181. oldal - He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
302. 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. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.