The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, 3. köideReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... nature , presumed to draw a parallel between , the Rev. Mr. Milman and Lord Byron ? What gnat did they strain at here , after having swallowed all those camels ? Against what woman taken in adultery , dares the foremost of these ...
... nature , presumed to draw a parallel between , the Rev. Mr. Milman and Lord Byron ? What gnat did they strain at here , after having swallowed all those camels ? Against what woman taken in adultery , dares the foremost of these ...
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... Nature's naked loveliness , Actæon - like , and now he fled astray in stanzas VIII and XVI , she was authorized by Shelley . The original reading is stronger in sound ; but if Shelley came to consider , in reading the printed passage ...
... Nature's naked loveliness , Actæon - like , and now he fled astray in stanzas VIII and XVI , she was authorized by Shelley . The original reading is stronger in sound ; but if Shelley came to consider , in reading the printed passage ...
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... and fountains , and thou Air Which like a mourning veil thy scarf hadst thrown O'er the abandoned Earth , now leave it bare Even to the joyous stars which smile on it's despair ! XLII . He is made one with Nature : there 24 ADONAIS .
... and fountains , and thou Air Which like a mourning veil thy scarf hadst thrown O'er the abandoned Earth , now leave it bare Even to the joyous stars which smile on it's despair ! XLII . He is made one with Nature : there 24 ADONAIS .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Harry Buxton Forman. XLII . 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 ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Harry Buxton Forman. XLII . 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 ...
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... nature and humanity . The bigot will say it was the recompence of my errors ; the man of the world will call it the result of my impru- but never upon one head . . . dence ; ... Reviewers , with some rare exceptions , are a most stupid ...
... nature and humanity . The bigot will say it was the recompence of my errors ; the man of the world will call it the result of my impru- but never upon one head . . . dence ; ... Reviewers , with some rare exceptions , are a most stupid ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS beautiful beneath blood breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke clouds cold collected editions comma dæmons damned dark dead death Devil doubt dream earth edition of 1839 editions known eyes fear flowers fragment Garnett gentle Gisborne Greek grief HASSAN heart Heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith Hunt's Julian and Maddalo lady later editions Leigh Hunt letter light living looked MAHMUD mighty mind moon mountains mourning for Adonais night o'er ocean Ollier pale passage Peter Bell Pisa poet Posthumous Poems previous editions Prince Athanase printed Queen Mab Rossetti ruin says scorn seems SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Memorials Shelley's editions SHELLEY'S NOTE sleep smile song soul spelt spirit splendour stanza stars stream substituted sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought tion transcript Victory wake weep wind wings word Wordsworth written
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Page 21 - Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss, shall all thoughts else survive, With food of saddest memory kept alive, Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais!
Page 30 - 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 shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall.
Page 18 - Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year; The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Page 23 - He answered not, but with a sudden hand Made bare his branded and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's — oh! that it should be so!
Page 23 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 15 - 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 154 - 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 14 - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower- by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew.
Page 21 - 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...
Page 154 - Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within, nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth, The sage in meditation found. And walked with inward glory crowned...