The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text Carefully Revised by William Michael Rossetti, Volume 2John Slark, 1885 |
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... stone seat , a solitude Less like our own : -The ghost of Peace Will not desert this spot . Tomorrow , If thy kind feelings should not cease , We may sit here . And I will follow . ROSALIND . Thou lead , ROSALIND AND HELEN . 3.
... stone seat , a solitude Less like our own : -The ghost of Peace Will not desert this spot . Tomorrow , If thy kind feelings should not cease , We may sit here . And I will follow . ROSALIND . Thou lead , ROSALIND AND HELEN . 3.
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... follow . ROSALIND . Thou lead , my sweet , HENRY . ' Tis Fenici's seat Where you are going ? -This is not the way , Mamma ; it leads behind those trees that grow Close to the little river . HELEN . Yes , I know ; I was bewildered . Kiss ...
... follow . ROSALIND . Thou lead , my sweet , HENRY . ' Tis Fenici's seat Where you are going ? -This is not the way , Mamma ; it leads behind those trees that grow Close to the little river . HELEN . Yes , I know ; I was bewildered . Kiss ...
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... follow His soul to its home so cold and hollow . He was a tyrant to the weak , And we were such , alas the day ! Oft , when my little ones at play Were in youth's natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers or ...
... follow His soul to its home so cold and hollow . He was a tyrant to the weak , And we were such , alas the day ! Oft , when my little ones at play Were in youth's natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers or ...
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... follows , pale and wild , The murderers and corse of her only child . And when we came to the prison - door , And I prayed to share his dungeon - floor With prayers which rarely have been spurned , And when men drove me forth , and I ...
... follows , pale and wild , The murderers and corse of her only child . And when we came to the prison - door , And I prayed to share his dungeon - floor With prayers which rarely have been spurned , And when men drove me forth , and I ...
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... Follow , down the dark steep streaming , — Till all is bright and clear and still Round the solitary hill . Beneath is spread like a green sea The waveless plain of Lombardy , Bounded by the vaporous air , Islanded by cities fair ...
... Follow , down the dark steep streaming , — Till all is bright and clear and still Round the solitary hill . Beneath is spread like a green sea The waveless plain of Lombardy , Bounded by the vaporous air , Islanded by cities fair ...
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Page 454 - ... 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. - Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled! - Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Page 371 - twas her own ; as with no stain She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.
Page 302 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 376 - 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; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 139 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 377 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 274 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.
Page 82 - Dost thou faint, mighty Titan? We laugh thee to scorn. Dost thou boast the clear knowledge thou waken'dst for man? Then was kindled within him a thirst which outran Those perishing waters ; a thirst of fierce fever, Hope, love, doubt, desire, which consume him for ever.
Page 370 - To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.— Come away!
Page 99 - Hark! the rushing snow! The sun-awakened avalanche! whose mass, Thrice sifted by the storm, had gathered there Flake after flake, in heaven-defying minds As thought by thought is piled, till some great truth Is loosened, and the nations echo round, Shaken to their roots, as do the mountains now.