The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... bear a purer poetical stamp than any other of his pro- ductions . They were written as his mind prompted , listening to the carolling of the bird , aloft in the azure sky of Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens ...
... bear a purer poetical stamp than any other of his pro- ductions . They were written as his mind prompted , listening to the carolling of the bird , aloft in the azure sky of Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens ...
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... enjoyment of healthy sensations . Perfectly gentle and forbearing in manner , he suffered a good deal of internal irritability , or rather excitement , and his fortitude to bear was almost always on the stretch ; EDITOR'S PREFACE . ix.
... enjoyment of healthy sensations . Perfectly gentle and forbearing in manner , he suffered a good deal of internal irritability , or rather excitement , and his fortitude to bear was almost always on the stretch ; EDITOR'S PREFACE . ix.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. fortitude to bear was almost always on the stretch ; and thus , during a short life , had gone through more experience of sensation , than many whose existence is pro- tracted , " If I die to - morrow , " he said ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. fortitude to bear was almost always on the stretch ; and thus , during a short life , had gone through more experience of sensation , than many whose existence is pro- tracted , " If I die to - morrow , " he said ...
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... bear The sins of all the world ; he shall arise In an unnoticed corner of the earth , And there shall die upon a cross , and purge The universal crime ; so that the few On whom my grace descends , those who are mark'd As vessels to the ...
... bear The sins of all the world ; he shall arise In an unnoticed corner of the earth , And there shall die upon a cross , and purge The universal crime ; so that the few On whom my grace descends , those who are mark'd As vessels to the ...
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... bears her matron grace , Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring , Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflects its tint , and blushes into love . The lion now forgets to thirst for blood : There might you see him sporting ...
... bears her matron grace , Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of spring , Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflects its tint , and blushes into love . The lion now forgets to thirst for blood : There might you see him sporting ...
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Page 260 - 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 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 292 - 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...
Page 259 - 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. Why not I with thine...
Page 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Page 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Page 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Page 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 259 - 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...