The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1901 - 651 sider |
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Side xii
... GENTLE VISITATIONS ' 490 484 ' MY THOUGHTS ' .490 RAIN 484 484 485 485 · ' WHEN SOFT WINDS THE VINE • THE WANING MOON TO THE MOON ( BRIGHT WANDERER , FAIR COQUETTE OF HEAVEN ' ) . 485 TO THE MOON ( ART THOU PALE FOR WEARINESS ' ) HYMN ...
... GENTLE VISITATIONS ' 490 484 ' MY THOUGHTS ' .490 RAIN 484 484 485 485 · ' WHEN SOFT WINDS THE VINE • THE WANING MOON TO THE MOON ( BRIGHT WANDERER , FAIR COQUETTE OF HEAVEN ' ) . 485 TO THE MOON ( ART THOU PALE FOR WEARINESS ' ) HYMN ...
Side xv
... gentle manner . His young pranks were numerous . He delighted in mystification , both verbal and practical ; he invented incidents which he told for truth , and he espe- cially enjoyed the ruse of a disguise . A single childish answer ...
... gentle manner . His young pranks were numerous . He delighted in mystification , both verbal and practical ; he invented incidents which he told for truth , and he espe- cially enjoyed the ruse of a disguise . A single childish answer ...
Side xviii
... gentle nature was glad to escape far away to muse over strange fancies ; for his mind was reflective , and teeming with deep thought . His lessons were child's play to him . . . . His love of nature was intense , and the sparkling ...
... gentle nature was glad to escape far away to muse over strange fancies ; for his mind was reflective , and teeming with deep thought . His lessons were child's play to him . . . . His love of nature was intense , and the sparkling ...
Side xxi
... gentle violence , to a cottage near by to get some milk for her , is one of the most vivid . ' It was a strange spectacle to watch the young poet whilst . . . holding the wooden bowl in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other , and ...
... gentle violence , to a cottage near by to get some milk for her , is one of the most vivid . ' It was a strange spectacle to watch the young poet whilst . . . holding the wooden bowl in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other , and ...
Side xl
... gentle timidity is here , too , the half ludicrous fear of a ' party ' with which Mary had ' threatened ' him , and similar shynesses that existed in his temperament , with the openness that knew no wrong where no wrong was meant . His ...
... gentle timidity is here , too , the half ludicrous fear of a ' party ' with which Mary had ' threatened ' him , and similar shynesses that existed in his temperament , with the openness that knew no wrong where no wrong was meant . His ...
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Ahasuerus Alastor art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave Cenci child CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN Dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine Dowden dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame fled flowers gentle Gisborne grave hast heart heaven hell hope human King Laon light lips living look Medwin MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pale PANTHEA passed Peter Bell poem Prometheus PROMETHEUS UNBOUND Published Queen Mab REVOLT OF ISLAM Rossetti round ruin sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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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.