The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Band 1Houghton, Osgood, 1865 |
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... mortal part of him , too , was saved from corrup tion ; not the least extraordinary part of his history . Among the materials for burning , as many of the gracefuller and more classical articles as could be pro- cured frankincense ...
... mortal part of him , too , was saved from corrup tion ; not the least extraordinary part of his history . Among the materials for burning , as many of the gracefuller and more classical articles as could be pro- cured frankincense ...
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... mortal scene , Heard not the night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound , Saw but the fairy pageant , Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The fairy's frame was slight ; yon fibrous cloud , That catches ...
... mortal scene , Heard not the night - wind's rush , Heard not an earthly sound , Saw but the fairy pageant , Heard but the heavenly strains That filled the lonely dwelling . The fairy's frame was slight ; yon fibrous cloud , That catches ...
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... mortal frailty , that the spirit , Clothed in its changeless purity , may know How soonest to accomplish the great end For which it hath its being , and may taste That peace , which in the end , all life will shar This is the meed of ...
... mortal frailty , that the spirit , Clothed in its changeless purity , may know How soonest to accomplish the great end For which it hath its being , and may taste That peace , which in the end , all life will shar This is the meed of ...
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... mortal frame was led to death . I stood beside him : on the torturing cross No pain assailed his unterrestrial sense ; And yet he groaned . Indignantly I summed The massacres and miseries which his name Had anctioned in my country , and ...
... mortal frame was led to death . I stood beside him : on the torturing cross No pain assailed his unterrestrial sense ; And yet he groaned . Indignantly I summed The massacres and miseries which his name Had anctioned in my country , and ...
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... mortal hope ! Thou glorious prize of blindly - working will ! Whose rays , diffused throughout all space and time , Verge to one point and blend forever there ; Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling - place ! Where care and sorrow ...
... mortal hope ! Thou glorious prize of blindly - working will ! Whose rays , diffused throughout all space and time , Verge to one point and blend forever there ; Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling - place ! Where care and sorrow ...
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AHASUERUS art thou ASIA beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold coursers crime curse Dæmon dare dark dead death deeds deep DEMOGORGON despair doth dread dream earth eternal evil eyes fair fear feel fire fled flowers gathered gaze GIACOMO grave Greece hast hate heard heart Heaven hell hope human Italy Jupiter Laon light lips living looks LUCRETIA MAHMUD mankind MARZIO mighty mind misery moon morning mortal mountains nature night o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion peace poem poison PROMETHEUS PROMETHEUS UNBOUND Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rome round ruin SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silence slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne torture truth tyrant voice wandering waves whilst wild wind wings youth καὶ
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Seite 203 - I will be wise, And just and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Seite 177 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Seite 80 - Life of Life ! thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them ; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light ! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them ; As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.
Seite 11 - ... the bright chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones. Heaven's winged hound, polluting from thy lips His beak in poison not his own, tears up My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by, The ghastly people of the realm of dream, Mocking me : and the Earthquake-fiends are charged To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds When the rocks split and close again behind: While from their loud abysses howling throng The genii of the storm, urging the rage Of whirlwind, and afflict me...
Seite 201 - So now my summer task is ended, Mary, And I return to thee, mine own heart's home; As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery, Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome; Nor thou disdain that, ere my fame become A star among the stars of mortal night, If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom, Its doubtful promise thus I would unite With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.
Seite 160 - Mother of this unfathomable world! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps. And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.
Seite 335 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 53 - His presence flow and mingle through my blood, Till it became his life, and his grew mine. And I was thus absorbed, — until it passed ; And, like the vapours, when the sun sinks down, Gathering again in drops upon the pines, And tremulous as they, in the deep night My being was condensed...
Seite 81 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses!
Seite 4 - This Poem was chiefly written upon the mountainous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the flowery glades, and thickets of odoriferous blossoming trees, which are extended in ever winding labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy arches suspended in the air.