The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1Edward Moxon, 1840 |
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Side viii
... mind prompted , listening to the carolling of the bird , aloft in the azure sky of Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens , while he floated in his boat on the Thames . No poet was ever warmed by a more genuine and ...
... mind prompted , listening to the carolling of the bird , aloft in the azure sky of Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens , while he floated in his boat on the Thames . No poet was ever warmed by a more genuine and ...
Side ix
... mind keenly alive to every perception of outward objects , as well as to his internal sensations . Such a gift is ... minds which have resemblance to his own ; and the mystic subtlety of many of his thoughts will share the same fate ...
... mind keenly alive to every perception of outward objects , as well as to his internal sensations . Such a gift is ... minds which have resemblance to his own ; and the mystic subtlety of many of his thoughts will share the same fate ...
Side 7
... mind and tremble ; the remembrance With which the happy spirit contemplates Its well - spent pilgrimage on earth , Shall never pass away . Nature rejects the monarch , not the man ; The subject , not the citizen : for kings And subjects ...
... mind and tremble ; the remembrance With which the happy spirit contemplates Its well - spent pilgrimage on earth , Shall never pass away . Nature rejects the monarch , not the man ; The subject , not the citizen : for kings And subjects ...
Side 13
... mind , Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast Their servitude , to hide the shame they feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of unrecorded time Have drawn all - influencing virtue , pass Unrecognised or ...
... mind , Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast Their servitude , to hide the shame they feel , Nor the events enchaining every will , That from the depths of unrecorded time Have drawn all - influencing virtue , pass Unrecognised or ...
Side 16
... mind . Futurity Exposes now its treasure ; let the sight Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope . O human Spirit ! spur thee to the goal Where virtue fixes universal peace , And , ' midst the ebb and flow of human things , Show ...
... mind . Futurity Exposes now its treasure ; let the sight Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope . O human Spirit ! spur thee to the goal Where virtue fixes universal peace , And , ' midst the ebb and flow of human things , Show ...
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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...