The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 3John Slark, 1881 |
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... the Cenci .. Act I. II . " " III . , . IV . V. " " .. Note by Mrs. Shelley : ::: : : : I 2 35 36 46 47 63 64 .. 59 67 90 109 123 140 .. 144 .. 144 148 156 168 .. 178 19 207 224 PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) — Dedication to.
... the Cenci .. Act I. II . " " III . , . IV . V. " " .. Note by Mrs. Shelley : ::: : : : I 2 35 36 46 47 63 64 .. 59 67 90 109 123 140 .. 144 .. 144 148 156 168 .. 178 19 207 224 PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) — Dedication to.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) — Dedication to Thomas Brown the Younger Prologue .. Part I. - Death II . The Devil " III . - Hell " " IV . - Sin .. 91 " " " " " V. - Grace VI . Damnation VII . - Double Damnation ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) — Dedication to Thomas Brown the Younger Prologue .. Part I. - Death II . The Devil " III . - Hell " " IV . - Sin .. 91 " " " " " V. - Grace VI . Damnation VII . - Double Damnation ...
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... Peter in Montorio by the Brotherhood of the Order of Mercy , and followed by many Franciscan monks , with great pomp and innumerable torches . She was there buried before the high altar , after the customary ceremony had been performed ...
... Peter in Montorio by the Brotherhood of the Order of Mercy , and followed by many Franciscan monks , with great pomp and innumerable torches . She was there buried before the high altar , after the customary ceremony had been performed ...
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... worthless life : -it angers me ! " Respited me from hell ! " - So may the Devil Respite their souls from heaven ! No doubt Pope Clement And his most charitable nephews pray That the Apostle Peter 156 THE CENCI . Act I.
... worthless life : -it angers me ! " Respited me from hell ! " - So may the Devil Respite their souls from heaven ! No doubt Pope Clement And his most charitable nephews pray That the Apostle Peter 156 THE CENCI . Act I.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. And his most charitable nephews pray That the Apostle Peter and the saints Will grant for their sakes that I long enjoy Strength , wealth , and pride , and lust , and length of days , Wherein to act the deeds which ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. And his most charitable nephews pray That the Apostle Peter and the saints Will grant for their sakes that I long enjoy Strength , wealth , and pride , and lust , and length of days , Wherein to act the deeds which ...
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Page 383 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 383 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 383 - tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais, — Thou young Dawn Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!
Page 111 - Through the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, <• But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever!
Page 386 - 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 383 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing the unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 369 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together ; and our lips, With other eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them, and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Sun. We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh I wherefore two?
Page 306 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 384 - Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought, And as he fell, and as he lived and loved, Sublimely mild, a spirit without spot, Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; — Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.