The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 pages |
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... things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . Why is she barred from all society But her own ... thing , I pray you , recollect henceforth , And so we shall converse with less restraint . A man you knew spoke of my ...
... things else Beauteous and glad , might kill the fiend within you . Why is she barred from all society But her own ... thing , I pray you , recollect henceforth , And so we shall converse with less restraint . A man you knew spoke of my ...
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... things you charge me with ! Cen . If you dare speak that wicked lie again , I'll kill you . What ! it was not by your counsel That Beatrice disturbed the feast last night ? You did not hope to stir some enemies Against me , and escape ...
... things you charge me with ! Cen . If you dare speak that wicked lie again , I'll kill you . What ! it was not by your counsel That Beatrice disturbed the feast last night ? You did not hope to stir some enemies Against me , and escape ...
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... things I fear a man whose blows outspeed his words ; And such is Cenci : and while Cenci lives , His daughter's dowry were a secret grave , If a priest wins her . - O fair Beatrice ! Would that I loved thee not , or loving thee . Could ...
... things I fear a man whose blows outspeed his words ; And such is Cenci : and while Cenci lives , His daughter's dowry were a secret grave , If a priest wins her . - O fair Beatrice ! Would that I loved thee not , or loving thee . Could ...
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... thing am I ? Lucr . My dearest child , what has your father done ? Beatr . ( doubtfully . ) Who art thou , questioner ... things have been in this wild world , Prodigious mixtures , and confusions strange , Of good and ill ; and worse ...
... thing am I ? Lucr . My dearest child , what has your father done ? Beatr . ( doubtfully . ) Who art thou , questioner ... things have been in this wild world , Prodigious mixtures , and confusions strange , Of good and ill ; and worse ...
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... things too horrible To speak , yet far less than the truth . Now , stay not , He might return ; yet kiss me ; I shall know That then thou hast consented to his death . Farewell , farewell ! Let piety to God , Brotherly love , justice ...
... things too horrible To speak , yet far less than the truth . Now , stay not , He might return ; yet kiss me ; I shall know That then thou hast consented to his death . Farewell , farewell ! Let piety to God , Brotherly love , justice ...
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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.