The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may ...
... thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy breast this pledge of love , And know , though time may change and years may ...
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... thine high reward : -the past shall rise ; Thou shalt behold the present ; I will teach The secrets of the future . The Fairy and the Spirit Approached the overhanging battlement.- Below lay stretched the universe ! There , far as the ...
... thine high reward : -the past shall rise ; Thou shalt behold the present ; I will teach The secrets of the future . The Fairy and the Spirit Approached the overhanging battlement.- Below lay stretched the universe ! There , far as the ...
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... Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human justice , As God surpasses man . Spirit of Nature ! thou Life of interminable multitudes ; Soul of those mighty spheres Whose changeless paths through Heaven's deep Soul of that ...
... Thine the tribunal which surpasseth The show of human justice , As God surpasses man . Spirit of Nature ! thou Life of interminable multitudes ; Soul of those mighty spheres Whose changeless paths through Heaven's deep Soul of that ...
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... Thine eager gaze scanned the stupendous scene , Whose wonders mocked the knowledge of thy pride : Their everlasting and unchanging laws Reproached thine ignorance . Awhile thou stoodst❘ Baffled and gloomy ; then thou didst sum up The ...
... Thine eager gaze scanned the stupendous scene , Whose wonders mocked the knowledge of thy pride : Their everlasting and unchanging laws Reproached thine ignorance . Awhile thou stoodst❘ Baffled and gloomy ; then thou didst sum up The ...
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... thine own , With all the fear and all the hope they bring . My spells are past : the present now recurs . Ah me ! a pathless wilderness remains Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiming hand . Yet , human Spirit ! bravely hold thy course , Let ...
... thine own , With all the fear and all the hope they bring . My spells are past : the present now recurs . Ah me ! a pathless wilderness remains Yet unsubdued by man's reclaiming hand . Yet , human Spirit ! bravely hold thy course , Let ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Agathon AHASUERUS Apennines beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth Eryximachus eternal evil eyes fear feel fire flowers gentle GISBORNE grave happy hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy LEIGH HUNT light lips living look Lord Byron LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains Naples nature never night o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa Plato poem poet poetry Prometheus Queen Mab rocks Rome round ruin sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile Socrates soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 260 - 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 249 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
الصفحة 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
الصفحة 260 - 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 260 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
الصفحة 203 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
الصفحة 259 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
الصفحة 299 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
الصفحة 177 - 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.
الصفحة 289 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.