The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1Edward Moxon, 1840 |
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Side 1
... heart [ roll , It consecrates to thine . I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er ...
... heart [ roll , It consecrates to thine . I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er ...
Side 6
... heart when thousands groan But for those morsels which his wantonness Wastes in unjoyous revelry , to save All that they love from famine : when he hears The tale of horror , to some ready - made face Of hypocritical assent he turns ...
... heart when thousands groan But for those morsels which his wantonness Wastes in unjoyous revelry , to save All that they love from famine : when he hears The tale of horror , to some ready - made face Of hypocritical assent he turns ...
Side 7
... heart ; he raiseth up The tyrant , whose delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is ...
... heart ; he raiseth up The tyrant , whose delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is ...
Side 9
... heart ; Evasive meanings , nothings of much sound , To lure the heedless victim to the toils Spread round the valley of its paradise . Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts ...
... heart ; Evasive meanings , nothings of much sound , To lure the heedless victim to the toils Spread round the valley of its paradise . Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts ...
Side 10
... heart , Is duped by their cold sophistry ; he sheds A passing tear perchance upon the wreck Of earthly peace , when near his dwelling's door The frightful waves are driven , -when his son Is murdered by the tyrant , or religion Drives ...
... heart , Is duped by their cold sophistry ; he sheds A passing tear perchance upon the wreck Of earthly peace , when near his dwelling's door The frightful waves are driven , -when his son Is murdered by the tyrant , or religion Drives ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave caverns Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gentle grave green grew grey hair hear heard heart heaven hope human Iona Italy Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living looks LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Side 249 - 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...
Side 325 - 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 259 - 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 not me?
Side 203 - ... stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Side 291 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Side 308 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Side 259 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 249 - 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) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Side 290 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird...
Side 289 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow...