The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 45
Page 12
... light , For three short years , which soon were passed . On the fourth , my gentle mother Led me to the shrine , to be 287 In , Rossetti . His sworn bride eternally . And now we stood on 12 [ 258-288 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
... light , For three short years , which soon were passed . On the fourth , my gentle mother Led me to the shrine , to be 287 In , Rossetti . His sworn bride eternally . And now we stood on 12 [ 258-288 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
Page 14
... passed , Through which I firmly did fulfil My duties , a devoted wife , With the stern step of vanquished will Walking beneath the night of life , Whose hours extinguished , like slow rain Falling forever , pain by pain , The very hope ...
... passed , Through which I firmly did fulfil My duties , a devoted wife , With the stern step of vanquished will Walking beneath the night of life , Whose hours extinguished , like slow rain Falling forever , pain by pain , The very hope ...
Page 15
... passing o'er . O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love and ...
... passing o'er . O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love and ...
Page 20
... passed ; But went with footsteps firm and fast Till I came to the brink of the ocean green , And there , a woman with gray hairs , Who had my mother's servant been , Kneeling , with many tears and prayers , Made me accept a purse of ...
... passed ; But went with footsteps firm and fast Till I came to the brink of the ocean green , And there , a woman with gray hairs , Who had my mother's servant been , Kneeling , with many tears and prayers , Made me accept a purse of ...
Page 24
... passed amid the strife of men , And stood at the throne of armèd power Pleading for a world of woe . Secure as one on a rock - built tower O'er the wrecks which the surge trails to and fro , ' Mid the passions wild of humankind He stood ...
... passed amid the strife of men , And stood at the throne of armèd power Pleading for a world of woe . Secure as one on a rock - built tower O'er the wrecks which the surge trails to and fro , ' Mid the passions wild of humankind He stood ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
art thou ASIA BEATRICE beautiful beneath BERNARDO blood bright calm CAMILLO Cenci child cloud Colonna Palace crime curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deed deep DEMOGORGON Dowden dream earth eyes father fear flowers Forman Francesco gentle GIACOMO Gisborne grew hair hate hear heard heart Heaven Helen Hell hope Hunt Jupiter Lady Leigh Hunt light lips live look LUCRETIA Maddalo MARZIO Masque of Anarchy mind Monsignore moon mother mountains murder never night o'er OLIMPIO Ollier ORSINO pain Palace pale PANTHEA parricide passed Peacock Percy Bysshe Shelley Peter Bell poem Pope Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Rome Rosalind Rossetti conj SAVELLA scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley from Leghorn Shelley from Pisa Shelley Memorials Shelley's sister sleep smiles soul speak spirit stars strange sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought torture trample transcript truth voice wandering weep wind wings Wise words
Popular passages
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.