The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 pages |
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... delight in sensual luxury , All men enjoy revenge ; and most exult Over the tortures they can never feel ; Flattering their secret peace with others ' pain . But I delight in nothing else . I love The sight of agony , and the sense of ...
... delight in sensual luxury , All men enjoy revenge ; and most exult Over the tortures they can never feel ; Flattering their secret peace with others ' pain . But I delight in nothing else . I love The sight of agony , and the sense of ...
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... delight was else on earth , Which now delights me little . I the rather Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals ; The dry fixed eyeball , the pale quivering lip , Which tell me that the spirit weeps within Tears bitterer than the ...
... delight was else on earth , Which now delights me little . I the rather Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals ; The dry fixed eyeball , the pale quivering lip , Which tell me that the spirit weeps within Tears bitterer than the ...
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... delighted spirit pants for joy ! Lucr . ( Advancing timidly towards him . ) O husband , pray forgive poor Beatrice ; She meant not any ill . Cen . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp , whom you have taught by rote Parricide with his ...
... delighted spirit pants for joy ! Lucr . ( Advancing timidly towards him . ) O husband , pray forgive poor Beatrice ; She meant not any ill . Cen . Nor you perhaps ? Nor that young imp , whom you have taught by rote Parricide with his ...
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... delights , Till weak imagination half possesses The self - created shadow . Yet much longer Will I not nurse this life of feverous hours : From the unravelled hopes of Giacomo I must work out my own dear purposes . I see , as from a ...
... delights , Till weak imagination half possesses The self - created shadow . Yet much longer Will I not nurse this life of feverous hours : From the unravelled hopes of Giacomo I must work out my own dear purposes . I see , as from a ...
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... delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to her numerous ...
... delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to her numerous ...
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Page 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
Page 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Page 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Page 356 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 426 - 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.
Page 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Page 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Page 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Page 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.