The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Unannotated ed. Ed., with a critical mem., by W.M. Rossetti |
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... heard Momus laughing behind the low horizon- clouds . The Witch of Atlas , unsurpassed even by Shelley him lf as a piece of imaginative fancy and of execution , was the work of three days of August 1820 , succeeding an ascent of Monte ...
... heard Momus laughing behind the low horizon- clouds . The Witch of Atlas , unsurpassed even by Shelley him lf as a piece of imaginative fancy and of execution , was the work of three days of August 1820 , succeeding an ascent of Monte ...
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... Heard not the night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound ; Saw but the fairy pageant , - Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The Fairy's frame was slight ; slight as some cloud That catches but the ...
... Heard not the night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound ; Saw but the fairy pageant , - Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The Fairy's frame was slight ; slight as some cloud That catches but the ...
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... ever for the unhappy slaves Of fate , whom he created in his sport , To triumph in their torments when they fell . Earth heard the name ; Earth trembled , as the smoke No love , no hate , thou cherishest ; revenge QUEEN MAB . 29.
... ever for the unhappy slaves Of fate , whom he created in his sport , To triumph in their torments when they fell . Earth heard the name ; Earth trembled , as the smoke No love , no hate , thou cherishest ; revenge QUEEN MAB . 29.
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... Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - coloured woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and truth and virtue were her theme , And lofty ...
... Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - coloured woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and truth and virtue were her theme , And lofty ...
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... heard Hither the Poet came . His eyes beheld Their own wan light through the reflected lines Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , Gazing in dreams over the gloomy grave , Sees its ...
... heard Hither the Poet came . His eyes beheld Their own wan light through the reflected lines Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , Gazing in dreams over the gloomy grave , Sees its ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams Beatrice beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm Camillo Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fear fire flame fled flowers gathered gaze gentle Giacomo grave grey hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope human Iona Laon light limbs lips living lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty Minotaur moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea passed Peter Peter Bell PRINCE ALEXANDER MAVROCORDATO Prometheus Pyrganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings
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Page 395 - 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 460 - 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...
Page 459 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Page 474 - 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...
Page 459 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Page 399 - 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 494 - 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. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning...
Page 495 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 475 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Page 498 - 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.