The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
... thought , and love ; on Man alone Partial in causeless malice , wantonly Heaped ruin , vice , and slavery ; his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving on the frightful ...
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... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
... thought ' twas theirs , -but mine the deed ! Theirs is the toil , but mine the meed- Ten thousand victims madly ... thoughts of murderous fame , And with their gains to lift my name , Restless they plan from night to morn : I - I do all ...
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... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
... thoughts that rise In time - destroying infiniteness , gift With self - enshrined eternity , & c . Time is our ... thought , Prolong my being : if I wake no more , My life more actual living will contain Than some grey veterans ...
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... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
... thought , and read . " His readings were not always well chosen ; among them were the works of the French philosophers ; as far as metaphysical argument went , he temporarily be- came a convert . At the same time , it was the cardinal ...
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... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
... thought , Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath , Great Parent , that my strain May modulate with ...
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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...