The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Unannotated ed. Ed., with a critical mem., by W.M. Rossetti |
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... weeping for a grief 10. Flourishing vine whose kindling clusters grow 11. Scene from Tasso - Song for Tasso 12. Marenghi 13. Ye gentle visitations of calm thought 14. The world is dreary 15. To William Shelley ( Thy little footsteps on ...
... weeping for a grief 10. Flourishing vine whose kindling clusters grow 11. Scene from Tasso - Song for Tasso 12. Marenghi 13. Ye gentle visitations of calm thought 14. The world is dreary 15. To William Shelley ( Thy little footsteps on ...
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... Weep not , child ! " cried my mother , " for that man Has said ' There is no God . " " Fairy . There is no God ! Nature confirms the faith his death - groan sealed . Let heaven and earth , let man's revolving race , His ceaseless ...
... Weep not , child ! " cried my mother , " for that man Has said ' There is no God . " " Fairy . There is no God ! Nature confirms the faith his death - groan sealed . Let heaven and earth , let man's revolving race , His ceaseless ...
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... weeping flowers or votive cypress wreath The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : Gentle and brave and generous , no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sang , in solitude . Strangers have ...
... weeping flowers or votive cypress wreath The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : Gentle and brave and generous , no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sang , in solitude . Strangers have ...
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... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe " too deep for tears " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe " too deep for tears " when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
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... weep not ; and Wisdom had unrolled The clouds which hide the gulf of mortal woe , ( To few can she that warning vision show ) --- For I loved all things with intense devotion ; - So that , when hope's deep source in fullest flow , Like ...
... weep not ; and Wisdom had unrolled The clouds which hide the gulf of mortal woe , ( To few can she that warning vision show ) --- For I loved all things with intense devotion ; - So that , when hope's deep source in fullest flow , Like ...
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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.