The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 من الصفحات |
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... shape Hath ever yet beheld , As that which reined the coursers of the air , And poured the magic of her gaze Upon the sleeping maid . The broad and yellow moon Shone dimly through her form- That form of faultless symmetry ; The pearly ...
... shape Hath ever yet beheld , As that which reined the coursers of the air , And poured the magic of her gaze Upon the sleeping maid . The broad and yellow moon Shone dimly through her form- That form of faultless symmetry ; The pearly ...
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... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it life , to spring and die ...
... shapes , Lie level with the earth to moulder there , They fertilize the land they long deformed , Till from the breathing lawn a forest springs Of youth , integrity , and loveliness , Like that which gave it life , to spring and die ...
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... shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , weak from bondage , tremble as they tread . How many a rustic Milton has passed by , Stifling the speechless longings of his heart , In unremitting drudgery and care ! How many a ...
... shapes , Lies subjected and plastic at his feet , That , weak from bondage , tremble as they tread . How many a rustic Milton has passed by , Stifling the speechless longings of his heart , In unremitting drudgery and care ! How many a ...
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... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life ...
... shape , Monstrous or vast , or beautifully wild , Which from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life ...
الصفحة 13
... shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresting flame Curls round the eternal columns of its strength . VII . SPIRIT . I WAS an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned . She took me there ...
... shapes , Still pressing forward where no term can be , Like hungry and unresting flame Curls round the eternal columns of its strength . VII . SPIRIT . I WAS an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned . She took me there ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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الصفحة 260 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
الصفحة 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
الصفحة 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
الصفحة 292 - 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...
الصفحة 259 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
الصفحة 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
الصفحة 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
الصفحة 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
الصفحة 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
الصفحة 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...