The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 من الصفحات |
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... sweet Beatrice ; Doubt not but I will use my utmost skill So that the Pope attend to your complaint . Beatr . Your zeal for all I wish ? -Ah me , you are cold ! Your utmost skill - speak but one word → Weak and deserted creature that I ...
... sweet Beatrice ; Doubt not but I will use my utmost skill So that the Pope attend to your complaint . Beatr . Your zeal for all I wish ? -Ah me , you are cold ! Your utmost skill - speak but one word → Weak and deserted creature that I ...
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... sweet limbs , And I have never yet despaired -- but now ! What would I say ? ( Recovering herself . ) Ah ! no , ' tis nothing new . The sufferings we all share have made me wild : He only struck and cursed me as he passed ; He said , he ...
... sweet limbs , And I have never yet despaired -- but now ! What would I say ? ( Recovering herself . ) Ah ! no , ' tis nothing new . The sufferings we all share have made me wild : He only struck and cursed me as he passed ; He said , he ...
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... sweet child , You have no wound ; ' tis only a cold dew That starts from your dear brow - Alas ! alas ! What has befallen ? Beatr . How comes this hair undone ? Its wandering strings must be what blind me , And yet I tied it fast . - O ...
... sweet child , You have no wound ; ' tis only a cold dew That starts from your dear brow - Alas ! alas ! What has befallen ? Beatr . How comes this hair undone ? Its wandering strings must be what blind me , And yet I tied it fast . - O ...
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... sweet child , know you— Beat . Yet speak it not : For then if this be truth , that other too Must be a truth , a firm enduring truth , Linked with each lasting circumstance of life , Never to change , never to pass away . Why so it is ...
... sweet child , know you— Beat . Yet speak it not : For then if this be truth , that other too Must be a truth , a firm enduring truth , Linked with each lasting circumstance of life , Never to change , never to pass away . Why so it is ...
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... sweet youth , Has never trodden on a worm , or bruised A living flower , but thou hast pitied it With needless tears ! -fair sister , thou in whom Men wondered how such loveliness and wisdom Did not destroy each other ! -is there made ...
... sweet youth , Has never trodden on a worm , or bruised A living flower , but thou hast pitied it With needless tears ! -fair sister , thou in whom Men wondered how such loveliness and wisdom Did not destroy each other ! -is there made ...
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Ahasuerus Anarch art thou beams Beatr Beatrice beneath blood breast breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dare dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dread dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fell fire flame fled flowers folding star gaze gentle Giac grave grew grey hair hate heard heart Heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Laon light limbs lips living lone looks Lucr mighty mind misery moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean pain pale peace Peter Bell Prometheus round ruin sate scorn Semichorus shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tremble truth twas tyrants veil voice wake wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
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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.