The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1855 |
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... dear loveliness . And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green ; And the hyacinth purple , and white , and ...
... dear loveliness . And the Naiad - like lily of the vale , Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale , That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green ; And the hyacinth purple , and white , and ...
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... dear , Wrapped and filled by their mutual atmosphere . But the Sensitive Plant , which could give small fruit Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root , Received more than all , it loved more than ever , Where none wanted but ...
... dear , Wrapped and filled by their mutual atmosphere . But the Sensitive Plant , which could give small fruit Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root , Received more than all , it loved more than ever , Where none wanted but ...
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... dear Mary , are you critic - bitten , ( For vipers kill , though dead , ) by some review , That you condemn these verses I have written , Because they tell no story , false or true ! * Iuɛpos , from which the river Himera was named , is ...
... dear Mary , are you critic - bitten , ( For vipers kill , though dead , ) by some review , That you condemn these verses I have written , Because they tell no story , false or true ! * Iuɛpos , from which the river Himera was named , is ...
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... dear Adonis had been doomed to pay , To any witch who would have taught you it ? The Heliad doth not know its value yet . LXVIII . ' Tis said in after times her spirit free Knew what love was , and felt itself alone- But holy Dian could ...
... dear Adonis had been doomed to pay , To any witch who would have taught you it ? The Heliad doth not know its value yet . LXVIII . ' Tis said in after times her spirit free Knew what love was , and felt itself alone- But holy Dian could ...
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... dear blood its unmaternal nest ! I weep vain tears blood would less bitter be , Yet poured forth gladlier , could it profit thee . Seraph of Heaven ! too gentle to be human , Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman All that is ...
... dear blood its unmaternal nest ! I weep vain tears blood would less bitter be , Yet poured forth gladlier , could it profit thee . Seraph of Heaven ! too gentle to be human , Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman All that is ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight DEMON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst Widener Library wild wind wings Witch
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Page 166 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 32 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love which overflows her bower : Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : XI.
Page 170 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Page 173 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 29 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 167 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Page 25 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 165 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 27 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 31 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...