The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, المجلدات 1-4Edward Moxon, 1849 |
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الصفحة 23
... thy essence throbs Alike in every human heart . Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine ...
... thy essence throbs Alike in every human heart . Thou , aye , erectest there Thy throne of power unappealable : Thou art the judge beneath whose nod Man's brief and frail authority Is powerless as the wind That passeth idly by . Thine ...
الصفحة 25
... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Ay , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ?
... thou dost load With cowardice and crime the groaning land , A pomp - fed king . Look to thy wretched self ! Ay , art thou not the veriest slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ?
الصفحة 29
... thou didst laugh to hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the ... art descending to the darksome grave , Unhonoured and unpitied , but by ... thou mother of the world ! Unlike the God of human error , thou Requirest no prayers or ...
... thou didst laugh to hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the ... art descending to the darksome grave , Unhonoured and unpitied , but by ... thou mother of the world ! Unlike the God of human error , thou Requirest no prayers or ...
الصفحة 34
... thy loveliness , Haunting the human heart , have there entwined Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss , Where friends and lovers meet to part no more . Thou art the end of all desire and will , The product of all action ; and ...
... thy loveliness , Haunting the human heart , have there entwined Those rooted hopes of some sweet place of bliss , Where friends and lovers meet to part no more . Thou art the end of all desire and will , The product of all action ; and ...
الصفحة 35
... thou didst talk of death ? And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast , Listening supinely to a bigot's creed ... art sincere and good ; of resolute mind , Free from heart - withering custom's cold control , Of passion lofty , pure and ...
... thou didst talk of death ? And wilt thou rudely tear them from thy breast , Listening supinely to a bigot's creed ... art sincere and good ; of resolute mind , Free from heart - withering custom's cold control , Of passion lofty , pure and ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave gray green grew hair hate hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon mountains never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Peter Bell poem Queen Mab Rosalind round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne toil tower truth twas tyrant ULYSSES voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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الصفحة 318 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
الصفحة 317 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
الصفحة 286 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
الصفحة 254 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
الصفحة 317 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
الصفحة 285 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
الصفحة 286 - 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.
الصفحة 285 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
الصفحة 314 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The...
الصفحة 318 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman ; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near; 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let life divide what death can join together.