The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 sider |
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... Hymn to the Earth : Mother of All Homer's Hymn to Minerva 692 692 693 693 694 • 655 655 655 656 658 660 661 661 662 663 665 666 667 667 667 • 668 • 668 668 668 TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) — Homer's Hymn to Venus The xxii CONTENTS.
... Hymn to the Earth : Mother of All Homer's Hymn to Minerva 692 692 693 693 694 • 655 655 655 656 658 660 661 661 662 663 665 666 667 667 667 • 668 • 668 668 668 TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) — Homer's Hymn to Venus The xxii CONTENTS.
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... mother's door , Share with the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet , his morning's meal . Those trackless deeps , where many a weary sail Has seen , above the illimitable plaiň , Morning on night and night on morning ...
... mother's door , Share with the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet , his morning's meal . Those trackless deeps , where many a weary sail Has seen , above the illimitable plaiň , Morning on night and night on morning ...
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... 'er the globe , To happier shapes are moulded , and become Ministrant to all blissful impulses : prey . Thus human things are perfected , and earth , 505 510 515 Even as a child beneath its mother's love , Is PART II 11.
... 'er the globe , To happier shapes are moulded , and become Ministrant to all blissful impulses : prey . Thus human things are perfected , and earth , 505 510 515 Even as a child beneath its mother's love , Is PART II 11.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Thomas Hutchinson. Even as a child beneath its mother's love , Is strengthened in all excellence , and grows Fairer and nobler with each passing year . Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene Closes in steadfast ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Thomas Hutchinson. Even as a child beneath its mother's love , Is strengthened in all excellence , and grows Fairer and nobler with each passing year . Now Time his dusky pennons o'er the scene Closes in steadfast ...
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... Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love , and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn , and odorous noon , and even , With sunset and its gorgeous ministers , And solemn midnight's tingling ...
... Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love , and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn , and odorous noon , and even , With sunset and its gorgeous ministers , And solemn midnight's tingling ...
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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.