The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... give the lie to his flushing cheek ; He was a coward to the strong ; He was a tyrant to the weak , On whom his vengeance he would wreak ; For scorn , whose arrows search the heart , From many a stranger's eye would dart , And on 227-257 ...
... give the lie to his flushing cheek ; He was a coward to the strong ; He was a tyrant to the weak , On whom his vengeance he would wreak ; For scorn , whose arrows search the heart , From many a stranger's eye would dart , And on 227-257 ...
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... , He smiled with such a woful smile . When he was in the churchyard lying Among the worms , we grew quite poor , So that no one would give us bread ; My mother looked at me , and said Faint words 289--320 ] 13 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
... , He smiled with such a woful smile . When he was in the churchyard lying Among the worms , we grew quite poor , So that no one would give us bread ; My mother looked at me , and said Faint words 289--320 ] 13 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
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... give To such pale tyrants half the spoil He rends from those who groan and toil , Because they blush not with remorse Among their crawling worms . Behold , I have no child ! my tale grows old With grief , and staggers ; let it reach The ...
... give To such pale tyrants half the spoil He rends from those who groan and toil , Because they blush not with remorse Among their crawling worms . Behold , I have no child ! my tale grows old With grief , and staggers ; let it reach The ...
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... give no information . Julian is rather He seems , by his own account , to have been disappointed in love . He was evidently a very cultivated and amiable person when in his right senses . His story , told at length , might be like many ...
... give no information . Julian is rather He seems , by his own account , to have been disappointed in love . He was evidently a very cultivated and amiable person when in his right senses . His story , told at length , might be like many ...
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... give a human voice to my despair , But live , and move , and , wretched thing ! smile on As if I never went aside to groan ; And wear this mask of falsehood even to those Who are most dear - not for my own repose - - Alas , no scorn or ...
... give a human voice to my despair , But live , and move , and , wretched thing ! smile on As if I never went aside to groan ; And wear this mask of falsehood even to those Who are most dear - not for my own repose - - Alas , no scorn or ...
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Page 109 - They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare. The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want : worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom; And all best things are thus confused to ill. Many are strong and rich, and would be just, But live among their suffering fellow-men As if none felt: they know not what they do.
Page 70 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 146 - Fair are others ; none beholds thee, But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever ! Lamp of Earth ! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing...
Page 181 - Huddled in gray annihilation, split, Jammed in the hard, black deep; and over these, The anatomies of unknown winged things, And fishes which were isles of living scale, And serpents, bony chains...
Page 435 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Page 321 - All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Page 93 - I curse thee ! let a sufferer's curse Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse; Till thine Infinity shall be A robe of envenomed agony; And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain!
Page 124 - And multitudes of dense white fleecy clouds Were wandering in thick flocks along the mountains Shepherded by the slow, unwilling wind...
Page 312 - My God! Can it be possible I have To die so suddenly? So young to go Under the obscure, cold, rotting, wormy ground! To be nailed down into a narrow place ; To see no more sweet sunshine ; hear no more Blithe voice of living thing ; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts, sad, yet thus lost — How fearful!
Page 105 - One came forth of gentle worth Smiling on the sanguine earth ; His words outlived him, like swift poison Withering up truth, peace, and pity. Look! where round the wide horizon Many a million-peopled city Vomits smoke in the bright air. Mark that outcry of despair! 'Tis his mild and gentle ghost Wailing for the faith he kindled: Look again, the flames almost To a glow-worm's lamp have dwindled: The survivors round the embers Gather in dread.