The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 من الصفحات |
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... are the stewards Of their revenue . But much yet remains To which they show no title . Cam . Oh , Count Cenci ! So much that thou might'st honourably five , And reconcile thyself with thine own heart , And with 10 THE CENCL ...
... are the stewards Of their revenue . But much yet remains To which they show no title . Cam . Oh , Count Cenci ! So much that thou might'st honourably five , And reconcile thyself with thine own heart , And with 10 THE CENCL ...
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With Notes Percy Bysshe Shelley. And reconcile thyself with thine own heart , And with thy God , and with the offended world . How hideously look deeds of lust and blood Through those snow - white and venerable hairs ! Your children ...
With Notes Percy Bysshe Shelley. And reconcile thyself with thine own heart , And with thy God , and with the offended world . How hideously look deeds of lust and blood Through those snow - white and venerable hairs ! Your children ...
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... thine eyes shoot forth A wandering and strange spirit . Speak to me ; Unlock those pallid hands , whose fingers twine With one another . ' Tis the restless life Beatr . Tortured within them . If I try to speak , I shall go mad . Ay ...
... thine eyes shoot forth A wandering and strange spirit . Speak to me ; Unlock those pallid hands , whose fingers twine With one another . ' Tis the restless life Beatr . Tortured within them . If I try to speak , I shall go mad . Ay ...
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... Thine element ; until thou mayest become Utterly lost ; subdued even to the hue Of that which thou permittest ? Beatr . ( To herself . ) Mighty death ! ( She retires absorbed in thought . ) Thou double - visaged shadow ! Only judge ...
... Thine element ; until thou mayest become Utterly lost ; subdued even to the hue Of that which thou permittest ? Beatr . ( To herself . ) Mighty death ! ( She retires absorbed in thought . ) Thou double - visaged shadow ! Only judge ...
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... thine hard , brother . Answer not : farewell . SCENE II . ( Exeunt severally . ) A mean apartment in GIACOMO's house . GIACOMO alone . Giac . ' Tis midnight , and Orsino comes not yet . ( Thunder , and the sound of a storm . ) What ...
... thine hard , brother . Answer not : farewell . SCENE II . ( Exeunt severally . ) A mean apartment in GIACOMO's house . GIACOMO alone . Giac . ' Tis midnight , and Orsino comes not yet . ( Thunder , and the sound of a storm . ) What ...
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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.