The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 sider |
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... Thy lore is learned . Earth's wonders are thine own , With all the fear and all the hope they bring . My spells are ... thou art shall perish utterly , But what is thine may never cease to be ; Death is no foe to virtue : earth has seen ...
... Thy lore is learned . Earth's wonders are thine own , With all the fear and all the hope they bring . My spells are ... thou art shall perish utterly , But what is thine may never cease to be ; Death is no foe to virtue : earth has seen ...
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... Thou art sincere and good ; of resolute mind , Free from heart - withering custom's cold control , Of passion lofty , pure and unsubdued . Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee , And therefore art thou worthy of the boon Which ...
... Thou art sincere and good ; of resolute mind , Free from heart - withering custom's cold control , Of passion lofty , pure and unsubdued . Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee , And therefore art thou worthy of the boon Which ...
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... thou art fled- Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes ...
... thou art fled- Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes ...
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... thou art now at liberty ! ' I joyed as those a human tone to hear , 1370 1375 1380 1385 1390 Who in cells deep and lone have languished many a year . XXXIII Yet still methought we sailed , until aloft A dim and feeble joy , whose ...
... thou art now at liberty ! ' I joyed as those a human tone to hear , 1370 1375 1380 1385 1390 Who in cells deep and lone have languished many a year . XXXIII Yet still methought we sailed , until aloft A dim and feeble joy , whose ...
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... Thou art here ! ' 1755 Then , suddenly , I knew it was the youth In whom its earliest hopes my spirit found ; But envious tongues had stained his spotless truth , And thoughtless pride his love in silence bound , And shame and sorrow ...
... Thou art here ! ' 1755 Then , suddenly , I knew it was the youth In whom its earliest hopes my spirit found ; But envious tongues had stained his spotless truth , And thoughtless pride his love in silence bound , And shame and sorrow ...
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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.