The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3. köideLittle, Brown, 1855 |
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... hope ? thou art already free ! And thou , lost Paradise of this divine And glorious world ! thou flowery wilderness ! Thou island of eternity ! thou shrine Where desolation , clothed with loveliness , Worships the thing thou wert ! O ...
... hope ? thou art already free ! And thou , lost Paradise of this divine And glorious world ! thou flowery wilderness ! Thou island of eternity ! thou shrine Where desolation , clothed with loveliness , Worships the thing thou wert ! O ...
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... Hope of what will be ? O , Liberty ! if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from these , or they from thee : If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought By blood or tears , have not the wise and free Wept tears , and blood ...
... Hope of what will be ? O , Liberty ! if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from these , or they from thee : If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought By blood or tears , have not the wise and free Wept tears , and blood ...
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... Hope , she speaks of all to come . " But I , an old diviner , who know well Every false verse of that sweet oracle , Turned to the sad enchantress once again , And sought a respite from my gentle pain , In acting every passage o'er and ...
... Hope , she speaks of all to come . " But I , an old diviner , who know well Every false verse of that sweet oracle , Turned to the sad enchantress once again , And sought a respite from my gentle pain , In acting every passage o'er and ...
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... hope , With the milk - white Snowdonian Antelope Matched with his camelopard ; his fine wit Makes such a wound , the knife is lost in it ; A strain too learned for a shallow age , Too wise for selfish bigots ; -let his page , Which ...
... hope , With the milk - white Snowdonian Antelope Matched with his camelopard ; his fine wit Makes such a wound , the knife is lost in it ; A strain too learned for a shallow age , Too wise for selfish bigots ; -let his page , Which ...
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... hope within the circling skies , But on her form , and in her inmost eyes . XIII . Which when the lady knew , she took her spindle And twined three threads of fleecy mist , and three Long lines of light , such as the dawn may kindle The ...
... hope within the circling skies , But on her form , and in her inmost eyes . XIII . Which when the lady knew , she took her spindle And twined three threads of fleecy mist , and three Long lines of light , such as the dawn may kindle The ...
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Page 166 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 32 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, 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 : XI.
Page 170 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Page 173 - I sighed for thee. 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 ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 29 - 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.
Page 167 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Page 25 - 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.
Page 165 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 27 - 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.
Page 31 - 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...