Poetical Works, Bände 1-2Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1865 |
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... bright couch , Nor the burnished ocean - waves Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet likest evening's vault , that fairy hall ! As Heaven , low resting on the wave , it ...
... bright couch , Nor the burnished ocean - waves Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so wonderful a sight As Mab's ethereal palace could afford . Yet likest evening's vault , that fairy hall ! As Heaven , low resting on the wave , it ...
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... bright , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls , Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world . Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome 32 QUEEN MAB .
... bright , Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls , Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world . Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome 32 QUEEN MAB .
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... bright , so still . The orb of day , In southern climes , o'er ocean's waveless field Sinks sweetly smiling : not the faintest breath Steals o'er the unruffled deep ; the clouds of eve Reflect unmoved the lingering beam of day ; And ...
... bright , so still . The orb of day , In southern climes , o'er ocean's waveless field Sinks sweetly smiling : not the faintest breath Steals o'er the unruffled deep ; the clouds of eve Reflect unmoved the lingering beam of day ; And ...
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... bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers . The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene ; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away , And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Along the 34 QUEEN MAB .
... bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers . The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene ; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away , And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Along the 34 QUEEN MAB .
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... Bright reason's ray , and sanctifies the sword Upraised to shed a brother's innocent blood . Let priest - led slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when force And falsehood hang even o'er the cradled babe ...
... Bright reason's ray , and sanctifies the sword Upraised to shed a brother's innocent blood . Let priest - led slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when force And falsehood hang even o'er the cradled babe ...
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AHASUERUS art thou ASIA beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath BERNARDO blood breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold coursers crime curse Dæmon dare dark dead death deeds deep DEMOGORGON despair dread dream earth eternal evil eyes fair fear feel fire fled flowers gathered gaze GIACOMO grave Greece hast hate heard heart heaven 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 Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rome round ruin scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silence slavery slaves sleep smile sophisms 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 191 - 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 429 - ... 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 with...
Seite 124 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds ; in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars ; Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed, As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Seite 318 - 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.
Seite 318 - Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.
Seite 67 - 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 109 - Man, one harmonious soul of many a soul, Whose nature is its own divine control, Where all things flow to all, as rivers to the sea...
Seite 120 - Shelley believed that mankind had only to will that there should be no evil, and there would be none.
Seite 117 - And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length; These are the spells by which to reassume An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
Seite 9 - twas a sight Of wonder to behold the body and soul. The self-same lineaments, the same Marks of identity were there : Yet, oh, how different ! One aspires to Heaven, Pants for its sempiternal heritage, And ever-changing, ever-rising still, Wantons in endless being. The other, for a time the unwilling sport Of circumstance and passion, struggles on , Fleets through its sad duration rapidly : Then like an useless and worn-out machine, Rots, perishes, and passes.