The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volum 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 sider |
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Side 9
... round him wheel and hover . The fitful wind is heard to stir One solitary leaf on high ; The chirping of the grasshopper Fills every pause . There is emotion In all that dwells at noontide here : Then , thro ' the intricate wild wood ...
... round him wheel and hover . The fitful wind is heard to stir One solitary leaf on high ; The chirping of the grasshopper Fills every pause . There is emotion In all that dwells at noontide here : Then , thro ' the intricate wild wood ...
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... round with leaves , And down my cheeks the quick tears ran Like twinkling rain - drops from the eaves , When warm spring showers are passing o'er : O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard ...
... round with leaves , And down my cheeks the quick tears ran Like twinkling rain - drops from the eaves , When warm spring showers are passing o'er : O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard ...
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... round the raging multitude , To fields remote by tyrants sent To be the scorned instrument With which they drag from mines of gore The chains their slaves yet ever wore ; And in the streets men met each other , And by old altars and in ...
... round the raging multitude , To fields remote by tyrants sent To be the scorned instrument With which they drag from mines of gore The chains their slaves yet ever wore ; And in the streets men met each other , And by old altars and in ...
Side 38
... the lady's harp would kindle there The melody of an old air Softer than sleep ; the villagers Mixt their religion up with her's , And , as they listened round , shed tears . One eye he led me to this fane : Daylight 33 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... the lady's harp would kindle there The melody of an old air Softer than sleep ; the villagers Mixt their religion up with her's , And , as they listened round , shed tears . One eye he led me to this fane : Daylight 33 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
Side 48
... Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal wreck , boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away . VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY EMILIA viviani 48 OZYMANDIAS .
... Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal wreck , boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away . VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY EMILIA viviani 48 OZYMANDIAS .
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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...