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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Page 187
... green plumes Winnowing the crimson dawn ? PANTHEA ENTERS . I feel , I see Those eyes which burn thro ' smiles that fade in tears , Like stars half quenched in mists of silver dew . Beloved and most beautiful , who wearest The shadow of ...
... green plumes Winnowing the crimson dawn ? PANTHEA ENTERS . I feel , I see Those eyes which burn thro ' smiles that fade in tears , Like stars half quenched in mists of silver dew . Beloved and most beautiful , who wearest The shadow of ...
Page 195
... green laurel , blown anew ; And bends , and then fades silently , One frail and fair anemone : Or when some star of many a one That climbs and wanders thro ' steep night , Has found the cleft thro ' which alone Beams fall from high ...
... green laurel , blown anew ; And bends , and then fades silently , One frail and fair anemone : Or when some star of many a one That climbs and wanders thro ' steep night , Has found the cleft thro ' which alone Beams fall from high ...
Page 198
... green and golden atmosphere Which noon - tide kindles thro ' the woven leaves ; And when these burst , and the thin fiery air , The which they breathed within those lucent domes , Ascends to flow like meteors thro ' the night , They ...
... green and golden atmosphere Which noon - tide kindles thro ' the woven leaves ; And when these burst , and the thin fiery air , The which they breathed within those lucent domes , Ascends to flow like meteors thro ' the night , They ...
Page 215
... green , Peopled by shapes too bright to see , And rest , having beheld ; somewhat like thee ; Which walk upon the sea , and chaunt melodiously ! 95 100 105 110 END OF THE SECOND ACT . 1 In all editions earlier than Mr. Rossetti's , as ...
... green , Peopled by shapes too bright to see , And rest , having beheld ; somewhat like thee ; Which walk upon the sea , and chaunt melodiously ! 95 100 105 110 END OF THE SECOND ACT . 1 In all editions earlier than Mr. Rossetti's , as ...
Page 221
... green sea , Their wavering limbs borne on the wind - like stream , Their white arms lifted o'er their streaming hair With garlands pied and starry sea - flower crowns , Hastening to grace their mighty sister's joy . 1 Here also , the ...
... green sea , Their wavering limbs borne on the wind - like stream , Their white arms lifted o'er their streaming hair With garlands pied and starry sea - flower crowns , Hastening to grace their mighty sister's joy . 1 Here also , the ...
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art thou ASIA azure Beatrice beautiful beneath Bernardo blood BOAR Boeotia bright calm CAMILLO caverns caves Cenci cloud comma coursers crime Dæmons dark dead death deep DEMOGORGON dream earth edition of 1839 edition we read eyes faint father fear fire flowers Francesco FURY gentle GIACOMO hair hear heart heaven hour innocent Iona IONE Jupiter light list of errata living look LUCRETIA Marzio Masque of Anarchy MINOTAUR moon mountains murder night o'er ocean OLIMPIO ORSINO pain palaces pale PANTHEA pigs poem Pope printed PROMETHEUS Prometheus Unbound PURGANAX rain Rossetti SAVELLA says SCENE SEMICHORUS sense shadow Shelley Shelley's edition Shelley's first edition sister sleep smiles soul sound speak spirit stanza stars styes sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought thro throne torture veil voice waves wind wings word
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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.