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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1901
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 2
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1892
beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm child clouds cold dare dark dead death deep delight dream earth eyes fair father fear feel fell fire flow flowers follow gentle give grave green grew hand hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human Italy King knew leaves less light lips living look mighty mind moon morning mortal mother mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale passed peace poem Published rest round ruin scene seemed shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soon soul sound speak spirit spring stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thought throne truth turned voice wandering waves weep wide wild wind wings
Side 381 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Side 317 - 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.
Side 380 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Side 410 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Side 339 - Oh cease ! must hate and death return ? Cease ! must men kill and die ? Cease ! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy! The world is weary of the past, — Oh might it die or rest at last!
Side 368 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere...
Side 404 - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. IV Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me?
Side 371 - Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss...
Side 380 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 309 - 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.