The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text Carefully Rev., with Notes and a Memoir, 2. köideJ. Slark, 1881 |
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... father near ; And my two wild boys would near my knee Cling , cowed and cowering fearfully . I'll tell thee truth : I loved another . His name in my ear was ever ringing , His form to my brain was ever clinging ; Yet , if some stranger ...
... father near ; And my two wild boys would near my knee Cling , cowed and cowering fearfully . I'll tell thee truth : I loved another . His name in my ear was ever ringing , His form to my brain was ever clinging ; Yet , if some stranger ...
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... father lived a little while ; But all might see that he was dying , He smiled with such a woful smile . When he was in the churchyard lying Among the worms , we grew quite poor , So that no one would give us bread ; My mother looked at ...
... father lived a little while ; But all might see that he was dying , He smiled with such a woful smile . When he was in the churchyard lying Among the worms , we grew quite poor , So that no one would give us bread ; My mother looked at ...
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... as that falsehood is to me- But that I cannot bear more altered faces Than needs must be , more changed and cold embraces , More misery , disappointment , and mistrust , To own me for their father . Would the dust 54 JULIAN AND MADDALO .
... as that falsehood is to me- But that I cannot bear more altered faces Than needs must be , more changed and cold embraces , More misery , disappointment , and mistrust , To own me for their father . Would the dust 54 JULIAN AND MADDALO .
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... father . Would the dust Were covered in upon my body now— That the life ceased to toil within my brow ! And then these thoughts would at the least be fled : Let us not fear such pain can vex the dead . " What power delights to torture ...
... father . Would the dust Were covered in upon my body now— That the life ceased to toil within my brow ! And then these thoughts would at the least be fled : Let us not fear such pain can vex the dead . " What power delights to torture ...
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... father's friend ; and , when I asked Of the lorn maniac , she her memory tasked , And told , as she had heard , the mournful tale : - That the poor sufferer's health began to fail Two years from my departure ; but that then The lady who ...
... father's friend ; and , when I asked Of the lorn maniac , she her memory tasked , And told , as she had heard , the mournful tale : - That the poor sufferer's health began to fail Two years from my departure ; but that then The lady who ...
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Page 380 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 377 - 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 377 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Page 377 - tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais, — Thou young Dawn Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!
Page 452 - ... 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. - Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled! - Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Page 85 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Page 374 - Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow...
Page 300 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 379 - This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath. Here pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each...
Page 378 - Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought, And as he fell, and as he lived and loved, Sublimely mild, a spirit without spot, Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; — Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.