The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, Volume 2Reeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... Pope by the highest persons in Rome , the criminals were put to death . The old man had during his life repeatedly bought his pardon from the Pope for capital crimes of the most enormous and unspeakable kind , at the price of a hundred ...
... Pope by the highest persons in Rome , the criminals were put to death . The old man had during his life repeatedly bought his pardon from the Pope for capital crimes of the most enormous and unspeakable kind , at the price of a hundred ...
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... Pope's Legate . OLIMPIO , MARZIO , Assassins . ANDREA , Servant to Cenci . Nobles Judges - Guards - Servants . LUCRETIA , Wife of Cenci , and Step - mother of his children . BEATRICE , his Daughter . The SCENE lies principally in Rome ...
... Pope's Legate . OLIMPIO , MARZIO , Assassins . ANDREA , Servant to Cenci . Nobles Judges - Guards - Servants . LUCRETIA , Wife of Cenci , and Step - mother of his children . BEATRICE , his Daughter . The SCENE lies principally in Rome ...
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... Pope Had sent his architect to view the ground , Meaning to build a villa on my vines 15 20 The next time I compounded with his uncle : I little thought he should outwit me so ! Henceforth no witness - not the lamp - shall see That ...
... Pope Had sent his architect to view the ground , Meaning to build a villa on my vines 15 20 The next time I compounded with his uncle : I little thought he should outwit me so ! Henceforth no witness - not the lamp - shall see That ...
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... Pope to make Fourfold provision for my cursed sons ; Whom I have1 sent from Rome to Salamanca , Hoping some accident might cut them off ; And meaning if I could to starve them there . 125 130 I pray thee , God , send some quick death ...
... Pope to make Fourfold provision for my cursed sons ; Whom I have1 sent from Rome to Salamanca , Hoping some accident might cut them off ; And meaning if I could to starve them there . 125 130 I pray thee , God , send some quick death ...
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... Pope to marry . Because I am a Priest do you believe Your image , as the hunter some struck deer , Follows me not whether I wake or sleep ? BEATRICE , As I have said , speak to me not of love ; Had you a dispensation I have not ; Nor ...
... Pope to marry . Because I am a Priest do you believe Your image , as the hunter some struck deer , Follows me not whether I wake or sleep ? BEATRICE , As I have said , speak to me not of love ; Had you a dispensation I have not ; Nor ...
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Page 295 - 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! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Page 298 - 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 303 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 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, 20 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Page 300 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 292 - 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...
Page 304 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
Page 299 - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit...
Page 294 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...
Page 299 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
Page 301 - 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.