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Page ix
... look back nearly sixty years , and to think that when Shelley died , scarcely fifty people cared to read his poetry , and even these did not understand it . Seven years after his death opinion began to change . He had so far in ...
... look back nearly sixty years , and to think that when Shelley died , scarcely fifty people cared to read his poetry , and even these did not understand it . Seven years after his death opinion began to change . He had so far in ...
Page xxxviii
... looks upon from the edge of the mountain precipice . Both swim in the kind of light that makes all objects undefined , deep noon , and sunset light . Kindred to this is Shelley's pleasure in the in- tricate , changeful , and incessant ...
... looks upon from the edge of the mountain precipice . Both swim in the kind of light that makes all objects undefined , deep noon , and sunset light . Kindred to this is Shelley's pleasure in the in- tricate , changeful , and incessant ...
Page xliii
... look on her as the ideal Pantheist beholds her ; we look on her again as the mere reflection of the poet's moods ; we look on her often as she may be in her- self , apart from theories about her , apart from man . Utopia , as he rises ...
... look on her as the ideal Pantheist beholds her ; we look on her again as the mere reflection of the poet's moods ; we look on her often as she may be in her- self , apart from theories about her , apart from man . Utopia , as he rises ...
Page xlviii
... looks back on Epipsychidion and feels that it belonged to " a part of him that was already dead . " The philosophy which made Emilia the shadow of a spiritual Beauty is conspicuous by its total absence from all these later love poems ...
... looks back on Epipsychidion and feels that it belonged to " a part of him that was already dead . " The philosophy which made Emilia the shadow of a spiritual Beauty is conspicuous by its total absence from all these later love poems ...
Page liii
... look into the present , the past , and the future ; but its eyes are banded so that it cannot see while in the service of Life . The winged shapes that draw the car are lost to sight in thick lightnings . And the Charioteer guides the ...
... look into the present , the past , and the future ; but its eyes are banded so that it cannot see while in the service of Life . The winged shapes that draw the car are lost to sight in thick lightnings . And the Charioteer guides the ...
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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.