The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 sider |
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... moves ? Who speaks ? ( Turning to the company . ) " Tis nothing , Enjoy yourselves . - Beware ! for my revenge Is as the sealed commission of a king , That kills , and none dare name the murderer . ( The banquet is broken up ; several ...
... moves ? Who speaks ? ( Turning to the company . ) " Tis nothing , Enjoy yourselves . - Beware ! for my revenge Is as the sealed commission of a king , That kills , and none dare name the murderer . ( The banquet is broken up ; several ...
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... move me more . But now ! -0 blood , which art my father's blood , Circling through these contaminated veins ! If thou , poured forth on the polluted earth , Could wash away the crime and punishment By which I suffer - no , that cannot ...
... move me more . But now ! -0 blood , which art my father's blood , Circling through these contaminated veins ! If thou , poured forth on the polluted earth , Could wash away the crime and punishment By which I suffer - no , that cannot ...
Side 44
... moved you , know that what I just proposed Was but to try you . As for me , I think Thankless affection led me to this point , From which , if my firm temper could repent , I cannot now recede . Even whilst we speak , The ministers of ...
... moved you , know that what I just proposed Was but to try you . As for me , I think Thankless affection led me to this point , From which , if my firm temper could repent , I cannot now recede . Even whilst we speak , The ministers of ...
Side 46
... moved . ) What shall we think , my Lords ? Shame on these tears ! I thought the heart was frozen Which is their fountain . I would pledge my soul That she is guiltless . Judge . Yet she must be tortured . Cam . I would as soon have ...
... moved . ) What shall we think , my Lords ? Shame on these tears ! I thought the heart was frozen Which is their fountain . I would pledge my soul That she is guiltless . Judge . Yet she must be tortured . Cam . I would as soon have ...
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... moved or bent . He looked as calm and keen as is the engine Which tortures and which kills , exempt itself From aught that it inflicts ; a marble form , A rite , a law , a custom : not a man . He frowned , as if to frown had been the ...
... moved or bent . He looked as calm and keen as is the engine Which tortures and which kills , exempt itself From aught that it inflicts ; a marble form , A rite , a law , a custom : not a man . He frowned , as if to frown had been the ...
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Side 346 - 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.
Side 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Side 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Side 356 - 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 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Side 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Side 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Side 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Side 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.