The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3. köideReeves and Turner, 1877 |
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... shape , and hue , and odour , and sweet sound , Lamented Adonais . Morning sought Her eastern watchtower , and her hair unbound , Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground , Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day ; Afar the ...
... shape , and hue , and odour , and sweet sound , Lamented Adonais . Morning sought Her eastern watchtower , and her hair unbound , Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground , Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day ; Afar the ...
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... shape , and Now like the strings of impetuous fire , Which shakes the forest with its murmurings , Now like the rush of the aërial wings Of the enamoured wind among the treen , Whispering unimaginable things , And dying on the streams ...
... shape , and Now like the strings of impetuous fire , Which shakes the forest with its murmurings , Now like the rush of the aërial wings Of the enamoured wind among the treen , Whispering unimaginable things , And dying on the streams ...
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... dreams ! Away , false shapes of sleep ! Be his , as Heaven seems , Clear , and bright , and deep ! Soft as love , and calm as death , Sweet as a summer night without a breath . 5 10 CHORUS . Sleep , sleep ! our song is laden.
... dreams ! Away , false shapes of sleep ! Be his , as Heaven seems , Clear , and bright , and deep ! Soft as love , and calm as death , Sweet as a summer night without a breath . 5 10 CHORUS . Sleep , sleep ! our song is laden.
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... shapes they still may weave , New gods , new laws receive , Bright or dim are they as the robes they last On Death's bare ribs had cast . A power from the unknown God , A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The ...
... shapes they still may weave , New gods , new laws receive , Bright or dim are they as the robes they last On Death's bare ribs had cast . A power from the unknown God , A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The ...
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... shape of that Which gathers birth in its decay . Woe ! woe ! To the weak people tangled in the grasp Of its last spasms . 885 890 MAHMUD . Spirit , woe to all ! Woe to the wronged and the avenger ! Woe To the destroyer , woe to the ...
... shape of that Which gathers birth in its decay . Woe ! woe ! To the weak people tangled in the grasp Of its last spasms . 885 890 MAHMUD . Spirit , woe to all ! Woe to the wronged and the avenger ! Woe To the destroyer , woe to the ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS beautiful beneath blood breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke clouds cold collected editions comma Dæmon damned dark dead death Devil doubt dream earth edition of 1839 editions known eyes fear flowers folded palm fragment Garnett gentle Gisborne green grew grief HASSAN heart Heaven hope Horace Smith Hunt's Julian and Maddalo King lady later editions Leigh Hunt letter light living looked Lord Lyrical Ballad MAHMUD mighty mind moon mountains never night o'er Ollier pale passage Peter Bell Pisa poet Posthumous Poems previous editions printed Queen Mab Rossetti Rossetti's edition says scorn seems SEMICHORUS sense shadow Shelley's editions SHELLEY'S NOTE sleep smile soul spirit splendour stanza stars strange substituted sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought tion tower transcript waves weep wind wings word written
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Page 146 - 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 25 - 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 29 - 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 28 - 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 27 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 146 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, ii.
Page 16 - As Albion wails for thee: the curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest ! xv1n.
Page 13 - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Page 147 - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. Come, months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. The chill rain is falling, the...
Page 153 - All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.