The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... once fleeting o'er the transient scene Swift as an unremembered vision , stands Immortal upon earth : no longer now He slays the lamb that looks him in the face , And horribly devours his mangled flesh , Which , still avenging nature's ...
... once fleeting o'er the transient scene Swift as an unremembered vision , stands Immortal upon earth : no longer now He slays the lamb that looks him in the face , And horribly devours his mangled flesh , Which , still avenging nature's ...
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... once so distinguished and so excellent , ever did , deserves to be preserved . 1 BY THE EDITOR . The alterations his opinions underwent ought to be recorded , for they form his history . A series of articles was published in the " New ...
... once so distinguished and so excellent , ever did , deserves to be preserved . 1 BY THE EDITOR . The alterations his opinions underwent ought to be recorded , for they form his history . A series of articles was published in the " New ...
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... Once fed with many - voiced waves - a dream Of youth , which night and time have quenched for ever , Still , dark , and dry , and unremembered now . O , for Medea's wondrous alchymy , Which wheresoe'er it fell made the earth gleam With ...
... Once fed with many - voiced waves - a dream Of youth , which night and time have quenched for ever , Still , dark , and dry , and unremembered now . O , for Medea's wondrous alchymy , Which wheresoe'er it fell made the earth gleam With ...
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... once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult of a clinging hope ; But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature's vast frame ...
... once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind nor sobs nor groans , The passionate tumult of a clinging hope ; But pale despair and cold tranquillity , Nature's vast frame ...
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... once I sought in vain ; then black despair , The shadow of a starless night , was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone : - Yet never found I one not false to me , Hard hearts , and cold , like weights of icy stone Which crushed ...
... once I sought in vain ; then black despair , The shadow of a starless night , was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone : - Yet never found I one not false to me , Hard hearts , and cold , like weights of icy stone Which crushed ...
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Page 260 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 249 - 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. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Page 260 - What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 260 - 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 203 - 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 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 259 - 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 299 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Page 177 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Page 289 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.