Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe ShelleyKegan Paul, 1880 - 394 pages |
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... towers Of Babylon , the eternal pyramids , Memphis and Thebes , and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk , Or jasper tomb , or mutilated sphynx , Dark ¯thiopia in her desert hills Conceals . Among the ruined temples ...
... towers Of Babylon , the eternal pyramids , Memphis and Thebes , and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk , Or jasper tomb , or mutilated sphynx , Dark ¯thiopia in her desert hills Conceals . Among the ruined temples ...
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... tower grass Knows not their gentle motions as they pass . Thou too , aerial Pile ! whose pinnacles Point from one shrine like pyramids of fire , Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells , Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and ...
... tower grass Knows not their gentle motions as they pass . Thou too , aerial Pile ! whose pinnacles Point from one shrine like pyramids of fire , Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells , Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and ...
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... towers of skulls With sightless holes gazing on blinder heaven , Mitres , and crowns , and brazen chariots stained With blood , and scrolls of mystic wickedness , The sanguine codes of venerable crime . The likeness of a throned king ...
... towers of skulls With sightless holes gazing on blinder heaven , Mitres , and crowns , and brazen chariots stained With blood , and scrolls of mystic wickedness , The sanguine codes of venerable crime . The likeness of a throned king ...
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... tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice . Yet not a city , but a flood of ruin Is there , that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream ; vast pines are strewing Its destined path , or in the mangled soil Branchless ...
... tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice . Yet not a city , but a flood of ruin Is there , that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream ; vast pines are strewing Its destined path , or in the mangled soil Branchless ...
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... tower - encircled cities stood . A vision strange such towers to see , Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously , Where human art could never be . X. And columns framed of marble white , And giant fanes , dome over dome Piled , and ...
... tower - encircled cities stood . A vision strange such towers to see , Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously , Where human art could never be . X. And columns framed of marble white , And giant fanes , dome over dome Piled , and ...
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Page 185 - 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.
Page 93 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a...
Page 327 - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 180 - 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 noon-day 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.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 156 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Page 143 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 155 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 305 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Page 208 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...