The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2. köideHoughton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... divine These graceful limbs are clothed in proud array [ He contemplates himself with satisfaction . Of gold and purple , and this kingly paunch Swells like a sail before a favouring breeze , And these most sacred nether promontories ...
... divine These graceful limbs are clothed in proud array [ He contemplates himself with satisfaction . Of gold and purple , and this kingly paunch Swells like a sail before a favouring breeze , And these most sacred nether promontories ...
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... divine , Or Lesbian liquor , to declare these words , — Which must , as all words must , be false or true , - It matters not ; for the same power made all , Oracle , wine , and me and you - or none ; ' Tis the same thing . If you knew ...
... divine , Or Lesbian liquor , to declare these words , — Which must , as all words must , be false or true , - It matters not ; for the same power made all , Oracle , wine , and me and you - or none ; ' Tis the same thing . If you knew ...
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... divine of old Palestine , VOL . III . From Athens and Rome , With a ha ! and a hum ! I come , I come ! All inn - doors and windows Were open to me ! I saw all that sin does , Which lamps hardly see 2 That burn in the night by the ...
... divine of old Palestine , VOL . III . From Athens and Rome , With a ha ! and a hum ! I come , I come ! All inn - doors and windows Were open to me ! I saw all that sin does , Which lamps hardly see 2 That burn in the night by the ...
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... divine ! We will be no longer swine , But bulls with horns and dewlaps . RAT . For , You know , my lord , the Minotaur- PURGANAX ( fiercely . ) Be silent ! Get to hell ! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen . Well , Lord OR ...
... divine ! We will be no longer swine , But bulls with horns and dewlaps . RAT . For , You know , my lord , the Minotaur- PURGANAX ( fiercely . ) Be silent ! Get to hell ! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen . Well , Lord OR ...
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... divine , bestowing 66 " On thine own bird the sweet enthusiasm Which overflows in notes of liquid gladness , Filling the sky like light ! How many a spasm " Of fevered brains , oppressed with grief and madness , Were lulled by thee ...
... divine , bestowing 66 " On thine own bird the sweet enthusiasm Which overflows in notes of liquid gladness , Filling the sky like light ! How many a spasm " Of fevered brains , oppressed with grief and madness , Were lulled by thee ...
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Page 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 99 - 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 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Page 138 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Page 322 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Page 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Page 319 - 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.
Page 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 327 - 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.
Page 321 - 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.