The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumes 1-4Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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... breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may Each flow'ret gather'd in my heart , It consecrates to thine . [ roll , I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning ...
... breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may Each flow'ret gather'd in my heart , It consecrates to thine . [ roll , I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning ...
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... breast To thy unvarying harmony : the slave , Whose horrible lusts spread misery o'er the world , And the good man , who lifts , with virtuous pride , His being , in the sight of happiness , That springs from his own works ; the poison ...
... breast To thy unvarying harmony : the slave , Whose horrible lusts spread misery o'er the world , And the good man , who lifts , with virtuous pride , His being , in the sight of happiness , That springs from his own works ; the poison ...
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... breast To see the smiles of peace around them play , To frustrate or to sanctify their doom . Thus have I stood , -through a wild waste of years Struggling with whirlwinds of mad agony , Yet peaceful , and serene , and self - enshrined ...
... breast To see the smiles of peace around them play , To frustrate or to sanctify their doom . Thus have I stood , -through a wild waste of years Struggling with whirlwinds of mad agony , Yet peaceful , and serene , and self - enshrined ...
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... breast To mingle with a loftier instinct there , Lending their power to pleasure and to pain , Yet raising , sharpening , and refining each ; Who stands amid the ever - varying world , The burden or the glory of the earth ; He chief ...
... breast To mingle with a loftier instinct there , Lending their power to pleasure and to pain , Yet raising , sharpening , and refining each ; Who stands amid the ever - varying world , The burden or the glory of the earth ; He chief ...
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... breast , Listening supinely to a bigot's creed , Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod , Whose iron thongs are red with human gore ? Never but bravely bearing on , thy will Is destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood ...
... breast , Listening supinely to a bigot's creed , Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod , Whose iron thongs are red with human gore ? Never but bravely bearing on , thy will Is destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood ...
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Page 318 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 317 - 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...
Page 286 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Page 254 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 317 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Page 285 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Page 286 - 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 285 - 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 314 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The...
Page 318 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman ; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near; 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let life divide what death can join together.