The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volum 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 sider |
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... look upon his mother , And in the gleam of forced and hollow joy Which lightened o'er her face , laughed with the glee Of light and unsuspecting infancy , 66 And whispered in her ear , Bring home with you That sweet strange lady ...
... look upon his mother , And in the gleam of forced and hollow joy Which lightened o'er her face , laughed with the glee Of light and unsuspecting infancy , 66 And whispered in her ear , Bring home with you That sweet strange lady ...
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... look of love he turned , Half calming me ; then gazed awhile , As if thro ' that black and massy pile , And thro ' the crowd around him there , And thro ' the dense and murky air , And the thronged streets , he did espy What poets know ...
... look of love he turned , Half calming me ; then gazed awhile , As if thro ' that black and massy pile , And thro ' the crowd around him there , And thro ' the dense and murky air , And the thronged streets , he did espy What poets know ...
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... look upon That dying statue , fair and wan , If tears should cease , to weep again : And rare Arabian odours came , Though the myrtle copses steaming thence From the hissing frankincense , Whose smoke , wool - white as ocean foam , Hung ...
... look upon That dying statue , fair and wan , If tears should cease , to weep again : And rare Arabian odours came , Though the myrtle copses steaming thence From the hissing frankincense , Whose smoke , wool - white as ocean foam , Hung ...
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... looks serene He was soon drawn to my embrace , And my wild song then died away In murmurs : words , I dare not say We ... look , no motion ! yes , There was a change , but spare to guess , Nor let that moment's hope be told . I looked ...
... looks serene He was soon drawn to my embrace , And my wild song then died away In murmurs : words , I dare not say We ... look , no motion ! yes , There was a change , but spare to guess , Nor let that moment's hope be told . I looked ...
Side 43
... look hoar , Under the leaves which their green garments make , They come : ' tis Helen's home , and clean and white , Like one which tyrants spare on our own land In some such solitude , its casements bright Shone thro ' their vine ...
... look hoar , Under the leaves which their green garments make , They come : ' tis Helen's home , and clean and white , Like one which tyrants spare on our own land In some such solitude , its casements bright Shone thro ' their vine ...
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Side 70 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Side 35 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden thy shadow fell on me — I shrieked, and clasped my hands in...
Side 69 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Side 48 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Side 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Side 73 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
Side 128 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
Side 27 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Side 63 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Side 46 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...