The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pages |
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... were neither endowed with remarkable acumen nor possessed of the wide knowledge requisite for the full intelli- gence of so erudite a poet as Shelley , hence the perpetration of numerous mistakes . Some few of the MSS . PREFACE vii.
... were neither endowed with remarkable acumen nor possessed of the wide knowledge requisite for the full intelli- gence of so erudite a poet as Shelley , hence the perpetration of numerous mistakes . Some few of the MSS . PREFACE vii.
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... . 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 125 Now far above a rock the utmost verge Of the wide earth it flew , 130 The rival of the Andes , whose dark brow Frowned o'er the silver sea . Far , far below the chariot's stormy path , Calm PART I 3.
... . 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 125 Now far above a rock the utmost verge Of the wide earth it flew , 130 The rival of the Andes , whose dark brow Frowned o'er the silver sea . Far , far below the chariot's stormy path , Calm PART I 3.
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... wide pathless desert of dim sleep , 210 That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only ...
... wide pathless desert of dim sleep , 210 That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only ...
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... wide and melancholy waste Of putrid marshes . A strong impulse urged His steps to the sea - shore . A swan was there , Beside a sluggish stream among the reeds . It rose as he approached , and with strong wings Scaling the upward sky ...
... wide and melancholy waste Of putrid marshes . A strong impulse urged His steps to the sea - shore . A swan was there , Beside a sluggish stream among the reeds . It rose as he approached , and with strong wings Scaling the upward sky ...
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... wide sky , And measureless ocean may declare as soon What oozy cavern or what wandering cloud Contains thy waters , as the universe 505 510 Tell where these living thoughts reside , when stretched Upon thy flowers my bloodless limbs ...
... wide sky , And measureless ocean may declare as soon What oozy cavern or what wandering cloud Contains thy waters , as the universe 505 510 Tell where these living thoughts reside , when stretched Upon thy flowers my bloodless limbs ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beautiful beneath blood Bodleian Library Boscombe breath bright calm cave Cenci child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Daemon dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon dream earth editio princeps eternal eyes faint fear fire fled flowers FRAGMENT gentle golden grave green heart Heaven hope human Iona King Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living look Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Mephistopheles mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night o'er ocean Orsino pale Panthea Peter Bell Pisa Posthumous Poems Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Published Purganax Relics of Shelley Rossetti round ruin sate Semichorus shadow Shelley's silent Silenus slaves sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne transcript Trelawny truth tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings
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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.