The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pages |
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... blood , Hymning his victory , or the milder snake Crushing the bones of some frail antelope Within his brazen folds - the dewy lawn , Offering sweet incense to the sunrise , smiles To see a babe before his mother's door , Share with the ...
... blood , Hymning his victory , or the milder snake Crushing the bones of some frail antelope Within his brazen folds - the dewy lawn , Offering sweet incense to the sunrise , smiles To see a babe before his mother's door , Share with the ...
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... Blood stains the snowy foam of the tumultuous deep . XII Swift chances in that combat - many a check , And many a change , a dark and wild turmoil ; Sometimes the Snake around his enemy's neck Locked in stiff rings his adamantine coil ...
... Blood stains the snowy foam of the tumultuous deep . XII Swift chances in that combat - many a check , And many a change , a dark and wild turmoil ; Sometimes the Snake around his enemy's neck Locked in stiff rings his adamantine coil ...
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... blood - red Comet and the Morning Star Mingling their beams in combat - as he stood , All thoughts within his mind waged mutual war , In dreadful sympathy - when to the flood 355 That fair Star fell , he turned and shed his brother's blood ...
... blood - red Comet and the Morning Star Mingling their beams in combat - as he stood , All thoughts within his mind waged mutual war , In dreadful sympathy - when to the flood 355 That fair Star fell , he turned and shed his brother's blood ...
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... blood , Or when free thoughts , like lightnings , are alive , And in each bosom of the multitude 415 Justice and truth with Custom's hydra brood Wage silent war ; when Priests and Kings dissemble 420 In smiles or frowns their fierce ...
... blood , Or when free thoughts , like lightnings , are alive , And in each bosom of the multitude 415 Justice and truth with Custom's hydra brood Wage silent war ; when Priests and Kings dissemble 420 In smiles or frowns their fierce ...
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... blood through all these veins Kindled a thought in sense , great France sprang forth , And seized , as if to break , the ponderous chains Which bind in woe the nations of the earth . I saw , and started from my cottage - hearth ; And to ...
... blood through all these veins Kindled a thought in sense , great France sprang forth , And seized , as if to break , the ponderous chains Which bind in woe the nations of the earth . I saw , and started from my cottage - hearth ; And to ...
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Page 571 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Page 593 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds 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 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 593 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath...
Page 572 - 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 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Page 594 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 572 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Page 572 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Page 568 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.