The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 من الصفحات |
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... wandering on the echoing shore , The enthusiast hears at evening : " Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings B The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of ...
... wandering on the echoing shore , The enthusiast hears at evening : " Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings B The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of ...
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... wandering Arab's tent Flaps in the desert - blast . There once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan ...
... wandering Arab's tent Flaps in the desert - blast . There once old Salem's haughty fane Reared high to heaven its thousand golden domes , And in the blushing face of day Exposed its shameful glory . Oh ! many a widow , many an orphan ...
الصفحة 12
... wandering wing , How swift the step of reason's firmer tread , How calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his ...
... wandering wing , How swift the step of reason's firmer tread , How calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his ...
الصفحة 14
... wander o'er the unquiet earth Eternally.- -The dampness of the grave Bathed my imperishable front . I fell , And long lay tranced upon the charmed soil . When I awoke hell burned within my brain , Which staggered on its seat ; for all ...
... wander o'er the unquiet earth Eternally.- -The dampness of the grave Bathed my imperishable front . I fell , And long lay tranced upon the charmed soil . When I awoke hell burned within my brain , Which staggered on its seat ; for all ...
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... wandering human thought . VIII . THE present and the past thou hast beheld : It was a desolate sight . Now Spirit , learn , The secrets of the future . - Time ! Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom , Render thou up thy half ...
... wandering human thought . VIII . THE present and the past thou hast beheld : It was a desolate sight . Now Spirit , learn , The secrets of the future . - Time ! Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom , Render thou up thy half ...
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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...