PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1887 |
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Page 12
... Beneath the hollow rocks a natural bower , Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretched His languid limbs . A vision on his sleep There came , a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek . He dreamed a veilèd maid Sate near him ...
... Beneath the hollow rocks a natural bower , Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretched His languid limbs . A vision on his sleep There came , a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek . He dreamed a veilèd maid Sate near him ...
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... beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind , her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and . quivering eagerly . His strong heart sunk ...
... beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind , her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and . quivering eagerly . His strong heart sunk ...
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... Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , He fled . Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , Red morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital ...
... Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , He fled . Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , Red morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital ...
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... With fierce gusts and precipitating force , Through the white ridges of the chafèd sea . The waves arose . Higher and higher still C Their fierce necks writhed beneath the tempest's Scourge Like serpents THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE. ́ 17.
... With fierce gusts and precipitating force , Through the white ridges of the chafèd sea . The waves arose . Higher and higher still C Their fierce necks writhed beneath the tempest's Scourge Like serpents THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE. ́ 17.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. Their fierce necks writhed beneath the tempest's Scourge Like serpents struggling in a vulture's grasp . Calm and rejoicing in the fearful war Of wave ruining on wave , and blast on blast ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. Their fierce necks writhed beneath the tempest's Scourge Like serpents struggling in a vulture's grasp . Calm and rejoicing in the fearful war Of wave ruining on wave , and blast on blast ...
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Adonais aërial æther Alastor ANTISTROPHE Aornos Apennine art thou awakened azure beams beasts warred beauty beneath bird blood blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair didst divine doth dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire fled fleeting river float flowers gaze gentle gleam golden grave green grey heart heaven hope hopes and fears human Italy kisses leaves light living lone mighty mist moon mountains night nurslings o'er ocean Ozymandias pale passion past poem poet rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Serchio serene shadow Shelley Shelley's sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sunfire sweet sweet emotion swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro veil vision voice wandering waves weep wert Whilst wild wind wingèd wings woods
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Page 75 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 75 - 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...
Page 179 - 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...
Page 82 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Page 171 - 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 5 - 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 77 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Page 172 - The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Page 82 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Page 167 - Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.