The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1840 - Poets, English |
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... wave Peeped the first faint smile of morn : - The magic car moved on- From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming ... waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet ...
... wave Peeped the first faint smile of morn : - The magic car moved on- From the celestial hoofs The atmosphere in flaming ... waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet ...
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... Waves o'er a warrior's tomb . [ path I see thee shrink , Surpassing Spirit ! -wert thou human else ? I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across thy stainless features : yet fear not ; This is no unconnected misery , Nor stands ...
... Waves o'er a warrior's tomb . [ path I see thee shrink , Surpassing Spirit ! -wert thou human else ? I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across thy stainless features : yet fear not ; This is no unconnected misery , Nor stands ...
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... waves are driven , -when his son Is murdered by the tyrant , or religion Drives his wife raving mad . But the poor man , Whose life is misery , and fear , and care ; Whom the morn wakens but to fruitless toil ; Who ever hears his ...
... waves are driven , -when his son Is murdered by the tyrant , or religion Drives his wife raving mad . But the poor man , Whose life is misery , and fear , and care ; Whom the morn wakens but to fruitless toil ; Who ever hears his ...
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... waves on waves tumultuous heap Confusion to the clouds , and fiercely driven Heaven's lightnings scorch the uprooted ocean Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , [ fords , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems ...
... waves on waves tumultuous heap Confusion to the clouds , and fiercely driven Heaven's lightnings scorch the uprooted ocean Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , [ fords , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems ...
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... waves . The habitable earth is full of bliss ; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snow - storms round the poles , Where matter dared not vegetate nor live , But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound ...
... waves . The habitable earth is full of bliss ; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snow - storms round the poles , Where matter dared not vegetate nor live , But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave caverns Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gentle grave green grew grey hair hear heard heart heaven hope human Iona Italy Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living looks LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Page 249 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 325 - 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 259 - 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?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
Page 203 - ... stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 291 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Page 308 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 259 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 249 - The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Page 290 - 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...
Page 289 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow...