The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Band 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 Seiten |
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... thought they heard upon the stair His footstep , the suspended word Died on my lips ; we all grew pale ; The babe at my bosom was hushed with fear If it thought it heard its father near ; And my two wild boys would near my knee Cling ...
... thought they heard upon the stair His footstep , the suspended word Died on my lips ; we all grew pale ; The babe at my bosom was hushed with fear If it thought it heard its father near ; And my two wild boys would near my knee Cling ...
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... thought Of liquid love , that spread and wrought Under my bosom and in my brain , And crept with the blood through every vein ; And hour by hour , day after day , The wonder could not charm away , But laid in sleep , my wakeful pain ...
... thought Of liquid love , that spread and wrought Under my bosom and in my brain , And crept with the blood through every vein ; And hour by hour , day after day , The wonder could not charm away , But laid in sleep , my wakeful pain ...
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... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . Helen . Oh speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own ; I thought that grief had severed me From all ...
... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . Helen . Oh speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own ; I thought that grief had severed me From all ...
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... thought was theirs ; and they Expressed it not in words , but said , Each in its heart , how every day Will pass in happy work and play , Now he is dead and gone away . After the funeral all our kin Assembled , and the will was read ...
... thought was theirs ; and they Expressed it not in words , but said , Each in its heart , how every day Will pass in happy work and play , Now he is dead and gone away . After the funeral all our kin Assembled , and the will was read ...
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... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . Helen . Oh speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own ; I thought that grief had severed me From all ...
... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . Helen . Oh speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own ; I thought that grief had severed me From all ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou azure Baubo beams beautiful beneath bowers brain breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden Chorus city of death clouds cold cradle Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth EPODE eyes faint fair Faust fear fire flowers folded palm gaze gentle golden air grave green grew grey grief hair heart heaven Hermes hope isles kiss lady leaves light limbs lips living lone love waves Meph mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale rocks round sate scorn shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus tower truth Ulys veil voice wandering waves weep wept western isles Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods words youth
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Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 35 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot 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...
Seite 69 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Seite 48 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Seite 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Seite 73 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
Seite 128 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
Seite 27 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Seite 63 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Seite 46 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...