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Side xxi
... less for animal food , which he afterwards gave up wholly in his vegetarian days . Wine he took rarely , and much diluted , and , indeed , he had no taste for it . In his morals he was pure , and he was made uneasy by indelicacy , which ...
... less for animal food , which he afterwards gave up wholly in his vegetarian days . Wine he took rarely , and much diluted , and , indeed , he had no taste for it . In his morals he was pure , and he was made uneasy by indelicacy , which ...
Side xxxiii
... less confidential with him than Peacock supposed . In the solitary winter of 1814-15 , which was spent drearily in London , Peacock saw him often ; and in the next summer , during his residence at Bishopgate , the pleasant voyage up the ...
... less confidential with him than Peacock supposed . In the solitary winter of 1814-15 , which was spent drearily in London , Peacock saw him often ; and in the next summer , during his residence at Bishopgate , the pleasant voyage up the ...
Side xxxvi
... less wonder , less distrust , less harsh judgment upon what seems erratic and foolish in Shelley's early days . His misfortune was that immaturity of mind and judgment became fixed in im- prudent acts ; his practical responsibility ...
... less wonder , less distrust , less harsh judgment upon what seems erratic and foolish in Shelley's early days . His misfortune was that immaturity of mind and judgment became fixed in im- prudent acts ; his practical responsibility ...
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... staggers , Here is thy fitting temple ! Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee ; Yet not the meanest worm 269 That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead , QUEEN MAB 5.
... staggers , Here is thy fitting temple ! Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee ; Yet not the meanest worm 269 That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead , QUEEN MAB 5.
Side 6
... Less shares thy eternal breath ! Spirit of Nature ! thou , Imperishable as this scene Here is thy fitting temple ! II - If solitude hath ever led thy steps Te the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the ...
... Less shares thy eternal breath ! Spirit of Nature ! thou , Imperishable as this scene Here is thy fitting temple ! II - If solitude hath ever led thy steps Te the wild ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the ...
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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.