The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyE. Moxon, 1839 - 363 páginas |
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... sweet human love has sent A vision to the sleep of him who spurned Her choicest gifts . He eagerly pursues Beyond the realms of dream that fleeting shade ; He overleaps the bounds . Alas ! alas ! Were limbs and breath and being ...
... sweet human love has sent A vision to the sleep of him who spurned Her choicest gifts . He eagerly pursues Beyond the realms of dream that fleeting shade ; He overleaps the bounds . Alas ! alas ! Were limbs and breath and being ...
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... sweet music , when they breathe Through some dim latticed chamber . He did place His pale lean hand upon the rugged trunk Of the old pine . Upon an ivied stone Reclined his languid head , his limbs did rest , Diffused and motionless ...
... sweet music , when they breathe Through some dim latticed chamber . He did place His pale lean hand upon the rugged trunk Of the old pine . Upon an ivied stone Reclined his languid head , his limbs did rest , Diffused and motionless ...
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... sweet eyes were weary of the sun , As brightly it illustrated her woe ; For in the tears which silently to flow Paused not , its lustre hung : she watching aye The foam - wreaths which the faint tide wove below Upon the spangled sands ...
... sweet eyes were weary of the sun , As brightly it illustrated her woe ; For in the tears which silently to flow Paused not , its lustre hung : she watching aye The foam - wreaths which the faint tide wove below Upon the spangled sands ...
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... sweet tears , yet too tumultuously For peace , and clasped my hands aloft in ecstacy . XXXVII . These were forebodings of my fate . - Before A woman's heart beat in my virgin breast , It had been nurtured in divinest lore : A dying poet ...
... sweet tears , yet too tumultuously For peace , and clasped my hands aloft in ecstacy . XXXVII . These were forebodings of my fate . - Before A woman's heart beat in my virgin breast , It had been nurtured in divinest lore : A dying poet ...
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... sweet looks Of women , the fair breast from which I fed , The murmur of the unreposing brooks , And the green light which , shifting overhead , Some tangled bower of vines around me shed , The shells on the sea - sand , and the wild ...
... sweet looks Of women , the fair breast from which I fed , The murmur of the unreposing brooks , And the green light which , shifting overhead , Some tangled bower of vines around me shed , The shells on the sea - sand , and the wild ...
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AHASUERUS art thou beams beasts BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child CHORUS clouds cold curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dread dream earth eternal evil eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers gentle GIACOMO grave grey hair heard heart heaven hope human Iona Jupiter Laon light lips living looks LUCRETIA MAMMON MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell poem PROMETHEUS PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam 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 voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 249 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed 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...
Página 249 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Página 260 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet...
Página 292 - TO 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.
Página 260 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 259 - Philosophy 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...
Página 291 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Página 325 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
Página 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...