The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose: Now First Together with Many Pieces Not Before PublishedReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... breath of fear For hourly pain . 95 100 105 110 115 CAMILLO . Hell's most abandoned fiend 1 In the second edition this line reads as in the text . In the first it is- But that there yet remains & c . This reading is followed by Mrs ...
... breath of fear For hourly pain . 95 100 105 110 115 CAMILLO . Hell's most abandoned fiend 1 In the second edition this line reads as in the text . In the first it is- But that there yet remains & c . This reading is followed by Mrs ...
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... breathing world ; And she and they reproach me not . Cardinal , Do you not think the Pope would interpose And stretch authority beyond the law ? CAMILLO . Though your peculiar case is hard , I know The Pope will not divert the course of ...
... breathing world ; And she and they reproach me not . Cardinal , Do you not think the Pope would interpose And stretch authority beyond the law ? CAMILLO . Though your peculiar case is hard , I know The Pope will not divert the course of ...
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... breath Comes , methinks , lighter , and the jellied1 blood Runs freely thro ' my veins . Hark ! Enter OLIMPIO and MARZIO . OLIMPIO . He is ... Dead ! 40 MARZIO . We strangled him that there might be no blood ; And then we threw his ...
... breath Comes , methinks , lighter , and the jellied1 blood Runs freely thro ' my veins . Hark ! Enter OLIMPIO and MARZIO . OLIMPIO . He is ... Dead ! 40 MARZIO . We strangled him that there might be no blood ; And then we threw his ...
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... breath Of accusation kills an innocent name , And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide ; Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands ...
... breath Of accusation kills an innocent name , And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life Which is a mask without it . ' Tis most false That I am guilty of foul parricide ; Although I must rejoice , for justest cause , That other hands ...
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... breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ! Have lived but ...
... breath of the serenest north . BEATRICE . Oh , thou who tremblest on the giddy verge Of life and death , pause ere thou answerest me ; So mayst thou answer God with less dismay : What evil have we done thee ? I , alas ! Have lived but ...
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Page 296 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 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.
Page 301 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 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 297 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent...
Page 293 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Page 297 - 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 ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, 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...
Page 302 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Page 298 - Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Page 296 - 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder.
Page 181 - He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Page 302 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.