The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... lost him . Others , as for instance , " Rosalind and Helen , " and " Lines written among the Euganean Hills , " I found among his papers by chance ; and with some difficulty urged him to complete them . There are others , such as the ...
... lost him . Others , as for instance , " Rosalind and Helen , " and " Lines written among the Euganean Hills , " I found among his papers by chance ; and with some difficulty urged him to complete them . There are others , such as the ...
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... lost His terrible prerogative , and stands An equal amidst equals : happiness And science dawn , though late , upon the earth ; Peace cheers the mind , health renovates the frame ; Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here , Reason and ...
... lost His terrible prerogative , and stands An equal amidst equals : happiness And science dawn , though late , upon the earth ; Peace cheers the mind , health renovates the frame ; Disease and pleasure cease to mingle here , Reason and ...
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... lost ! — Yet wherefore this dispute ? -we tend , Fraternal , to one common end ; In this cold grave beneath my feet Will our hopes , our fears , and our labours , meet . FALSEHOOD . I brought my daughter , RELIGION , on earth ; She ...
... lost ! — Yet wherefore this dispute ? -we tend , Fraternal , to one common end ; In this cold grave beneath my feet Will our hopes , our fears , and our labours , meet . FALSEHOOD . I brought my daughter , RELIGION , on earth ; She ...
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... lost in his heart its claims To love and wonder ; he would linger long In lonesome vales , making the wild his home , Until the doves and squirrels would partake From his innocuous hand his bloodless food , Lured by the gentle meaning ...
... lost in his heart its claims To love and wonder ; he would linger long In lonesome vales , making the wild his home , Until the doves and squirrels would partake From his innocuous hand his bloodless food , Lured by the gentle meaning ...
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... Lost , lost , for ever lost , In the wide pathless desert of dim sleep , That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains ...
... Lost , lost , for ever lost , In the wide pathless desert of dim sleep , That beautiful shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Page 260 - 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 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
Page 259 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Page 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Page 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Page 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Page 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 259 - 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...