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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... spirit bore Indignantly . But , when he died , With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
... spirit bore Indignantly . But , when he died , With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
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... spirit once did move . I slept , and silver dreams did aye inspire My liquid sleep . I woke , and did approve All Nature to my heart , and thought to make A paradise of earth for one sweet sake . " I love , but I believe in love no more ...
... spirit once did move . I slept , and silver dreams did aye inspire My liquid sleep . I woke , and did approve All Nature to my heart , and thought to make A paradise of earth for one sweet sake . " I love , but I believe in love no more ...
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... spirit newly born Floating amid the sunny skies- Sprang forth from his rent heart anew . Yet o'er his talk and looks and mien , Tempering their loveliness too keen , Past woe its shadow backward threw ; Till , like an exhalation spread ...
... spirit newly born Floating amid the sunny skies- Sprang forth from his rent heart anew . Yet o'er his talk and looks and mien , Tempering their loveliness too keen , Past woe its shadow backward threw ; Till , like an exhalation spread ...
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... spirit of life o'er every limb Lingered , a mist of sense and thought . When the summer wind faint odours brought From mountain - flowers , even as it passed , His cheek would change , as the noonday sea Which the dying breeze sweeps ...
... spirit of life o'er every limb Lingered , a mist of sense and thought . When the summer wind faint odours brought From mountain - flowers , even as it passed , His cheek would change , as the noonday sea Which the dying breeze sweeps ...
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... spirit , his words went Through all my limbs with the speed of fire ; And his keen eyes , glittering through mine , Filled me with the flame divine Which in their orbs was burning far , Like the light of an unmeasured star In the sky of ...
... spirit , his words went Through all my limbs with the speed of fire ; And his keen eyes , glittering through mine , Filled me with the flame divine Which in their orbs was burning far , Like the light of an unmeasured star In the sky of ...
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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.