The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 sider |
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... grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels Eddied above the mountain's loftiest peak Was traced a line of ...
... grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From the swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; And where the burning wheels Eddied above the mountain's loftiest peak Was traced a line of ...
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... grew feebler still : And when two lessening points of light alone Gleamed through the darkness , the alternate gasp Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The stagnate night : -till the minutest ray 655 Was quenched , the pulse yet ...
... grew feebler still : And when two lessening points of light alone Gleamed through the darkness , the alternate gasp Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The stagnate night : -till the minutest ray 655 Was quenched , the pulse yet ...
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... grew under my hands . I would willingly have sent it forth to the world with that perfection which long labour and revision is said to bestow . But I found that , if I should gain something in exactness by this method , I might lose ...
... grew under my hands . I would willingly have sent it forth to the world with that perfection which long labour and revision is said to bestow . But I found that , if I should gain something in exactness by this method , I might lose ...
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... The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check . I then controlled My tears , my heart grew calm , and I was meek and bold . 35 And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap 38 THE REVOLT OF ISLAM.
... The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check . I then controlled My tears , my heart grew calm , and I was meek and bold . 35 And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap 38 THE REVOLT OF ISLAM.
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... grew more serene ; blue light did pierce The woof of those white clouds , which seem to lie Far , deep , and motionless ; while through the sky The pallid semicircle of the moon Passed on , in slow and moving majesty ; Its upper horn ...
... grew more serene ; blue light did pierce The woof of those white clouds , which seem to lie Far , deep , and motionless ; while through the sky The pallid semicircle of the moon Passed on , in slow and moving majesty ; Its upper horn ...
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Side 571 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Side 593 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Side 593 - 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 sea beneath...
Side 572 - Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Side 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Side 594 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Side 572 - 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! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Side 572 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Side 568 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.