The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 57
... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . I. How wonderful is Death ! Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave ...
... gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine . QUEEN MAB . I. How wonderful is Death ! Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave ...
الصفحة 61
... gather : not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man ; Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
... gather : not the sting Which retributive memory implants In the hard bosom of the selfish man ; Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up The thoughts and actions of a well - spent day , Are ...
الصفحة 62
... gather speed : The sea no longer was distinguished ; earth Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere : The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell ...
... gather speed : The sea no longer was distinguished ; earth Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere : The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell ...
الصفحة 101
... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror : man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
... gather round , And prune their sunny feathers on the hands Which little children stretch in friendly sport Towards these dreadless partners of their play . All things are void of terror : man has lost His terrible prerogative , and ...
الصفحة 102
... Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen , She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow , Who meek and sober kissed the sportive child , No longer trembling at the broken rod . Mild was the ...
... Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen , She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow , Who meek and sober kissed the sportive child , No longer trembling at the broken rod . Mild was the ...
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الصفحة 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
الصفحة 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
الصفحة 346 - 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.
الصفحة 356 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 429 - 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 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
الصفحة 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
الصفحة 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
الصفحة 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
الصفحة 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.