Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe ShelleyKegan Paul, 1880 - 394 pages |
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... cold , and motionless , As their own voiceless earth and vacant air . Even as a vapour fed with golden beams That ministered on sunlight , ere the west Eclipses it , was now that wondrous frame No sense , no motion , no divinity- - A ...
... cold , and motionless , As their own voiceless earth and vacant air . Even as a vapour fed with golden beams That ministered on sunlight , ere the west Eclipses it , was now that wondrous frame No sense , no motion , no divinity- - A ...
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... cold powers . Art and eloquence , And all the shews o ' the world are frail and vain To weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too ' deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose ...
... cold powers . Art and eloquence , And all the shews o ' the world are frail and vain To weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too ' deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose ...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Garnett. But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature's vast frame , the web of human things , Birth and the grave , that are not as they were . [ TO COLERIDGE . ] ΔΑΚΡΥΕΙ ΔΙΟΙΣΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O ! THERE ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Garnett. But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature's vast frame , the web of human things , Birth and the grave , that are not as they were . [ TO COLERIDGE . ] ΔΑΚΡΥΕΙ ΔΙΟΙΣΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O ! THERE ...
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... cold , dares not entreat thy stay : Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude . Away , away ! to thy sad and silent home ; Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth ; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come , And ...
... cold , dares not entreat thy stay : Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude . Away , away ! to thy sad and silent home ; Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth ; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come , And ...
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... cold , and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle , Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light , Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their ...
... cold , and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle , Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light , Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beauty beneath billows blue bowers brain breast breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine doth dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire flame flame transformed fled fleeting river flowers folded palm gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grew grey grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears isles kiss lamp leaves light lips living mighty moon morning mortal motion mountains mourns for Adonais murmur mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale pinnace rain round Sensitive Plant shadow sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tower tremble veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Page 185 - 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 93 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a...
Page 327 - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 180 - 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 noon-day 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.
Page 157 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.
Page 156 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Page 143 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 155 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 305 - 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 208 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...