The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyT. Y. Crowell Company, 1865 - 705 pages |
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... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . 1 . How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave ...
... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . 1 . How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave ...
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... gather : not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man ; Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
... gather : not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man ; Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
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... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport . Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror : man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport . Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror : man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
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... Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen , She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow , Who meek and sober , kissed the sportive child , No longer trembling at the broken rod . Mild was ...
... Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen , She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow , Who meek and sober , kissed the sportive child , No longer trembling at the broken rod . Mild was ...
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... gather , if I live , strength from that defeat which may nerve me to some new enterprise of thought which may not be ... gathered in as many years . I trust that the reader will carefully distinguish between those opinions which have a ...
... gather , if I live , strength from that defeat which may nerve me to some new enterprise of thought which may not be ... gathered in as many years . I trust that the reader will carefully distinguish between those opinions which have a ...
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Page 487 - 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. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Page 506 - 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 599 - 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...
Page 606 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high : Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Page 503 - 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 502 - 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. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Page 485 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Page 503 - 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 580 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought...
Page 578 - 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 ! too surely shall thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become...