The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One VolumeE. Moxon, 1871 - 715 pages |
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... mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may roll , Each flow'ret ...
... mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may roll , Each flow'ret ...
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... mind , Is it not morbid as thy nerveless frame , Incapable of judgment , hope , or love ? And dost thou wish the errors to survive That bar thee from all sympathies of good , After the miserable interest Thou hold'st in their ...
... mind , Is it not morbid as thy nerveless frame , Incapable of judgment , hope , or love ? And dost thou wish the errors to survive That bar thee from all sympathies of good , After the miserable interest Thou hold'st in their ...
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... mind , Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast Their servitude , to hide the shame they feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of unrecorded time Have drawn all - influencing virtue , pass Unrecognised or ...
... mind , Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast Their servitude , to hide the shame they feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of unrecorded time Have drawn all - influencing virtue , pass Unrecognised or ...
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... mind . Man , where the gloom of the long polar night Lowers o'er the snow - clad rocks and frozen soil , Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost Basks in the moonlight's ineffectual glow , Shrank with the plants , and ...
... mind . Man , where the gloom of the long polar night Lowers o'er the snow - clad rocks and frozen soil , Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost Basks in the moonlight's ineffectual glow , Shrank with the plants , and ...
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... mind ; Blest from his birth with all bland impulses , Which gently in his noble bosom wake All kindly passions and all pure desires . Him ( still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing , Which from the exhaustless store of human weal ...
... mind ; Blest from his birth with all bland impulses , Which gently in his noble bosom wake All kindly passions and all pure desires . Him ( still from hope to hope the bliss pursuing , Which from the exhaustless store of human weal ...
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Page 485 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 245 - 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 ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 483 - 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 576 - The One remains, the many change and pass : Heaven's light for ever 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!
Page 382 - ... trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 501 - Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The...
Page 604 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Page 503 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Page 597 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Page 503 - 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...