The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Band 1Reeves and Turner, 1876 |
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... in sweetest sounds and varying words Of poesy . Unlike all human works , It never slackens , and through every change Wisdom and beauty and the power divine Of mighty poesy together dwell , Mingling in sweet accord . A Sorests thellen B.
... in sweetest sounds and varying words Of poesy . Unlike all human works , It never slackens , and through every change Wisdom and beauty and the power divine Of mighty poesy together dwell , Mingling in sweet accord . A Sorests thellen B.
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... mighty Shadow loves The slimy caverns of the populous deep . 200 294 800 The day was fair and sunny , sea and sky Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the waves . Following his eager ...
... mighty Shadow loves The slimy caverns of the populous deep . 200 294 800 The day was fair and sunny , sea and sky Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the waves . Following his eager ...
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... mighty trees , that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting , yet distorting every cloud , A pool of treacherous and tremendous calm . Seized by the sway of the ascending stream , With dizzy ...
... mighty trees , that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting , yet distorting every cloud , A pool of treacherous and tremendous calm . Seized by the sway of the ascending stream , With dizzy ...
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... mighty streams , Dim tracts1 and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling. to be the participle ; its precipice darkened the ravine ( which was ) dis- closed above . ' Then the sentence is ...
... mighty streams , Dim tracts1 and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling. to be the participle ; its precipice darkened the ravine ( which was ) dis- closed above . ' Then the sentence is ...
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... mighty voice invokes thee . Ruin calls . His brother Death . A rare and regal prey He hath prepared , prowling around the world ; Glutted with which thou mayst repose , and men Go to their graves like flowers or creeping worms , 620 Nor ...
... mighty voice invokes thee . Ruin calls . His brother Death . A rare and regal prey He hath prepared , prowling around the world ; Glutted with which thou mayst repose , and men Go to their graves like flowers or creeping worms , 620 Nor ...
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Alastor amid beams beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright burst calm Canto child clouds comma Dæmon dark dead death deep despair doth dream earth earthquakes light eyes fair fear feel flame fled flowers frame gaze gleam heart Heaven hope human hung Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT SHELLEY mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morn mortal mountains night o'er ocean original edition pale pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet printed Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rosalind Rossetti ruin sate seems sense shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's edition shone silent slaves sleep smile solitude soul sound spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stanza stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thought thro throne tyrant vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds wings words youth
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Seite 376 - 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...
Seite 374 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
Seite xxvii - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. 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.
Seite 372 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Seite 358 - Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on — Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track: Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Seite 361 - On the level quivering line Of the waters crystalline; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower and dome and spire Shine like obelisks of fire, Pointing with inconstant motion From the altar...
Seite 372 - Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Seite 103 - I then controlled My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
Seite 376 - 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 !
Seite 182 - But on her forehead, and within her eye Lay beauty, which makes hearts that feed thereon Sick with excess of sweetness ; on the throne She leaned ; — the...