The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 3Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... bright flower ; Radiance and odour are not its dower ; It loves , even like Love , its deep heart is full , It desires what it has not , the beautiful ! The light winds , which from unsustaining wings Shed the music of many murmurings ...
... bright flower ; Radiance and odour are not its dower ; It loves , even like Love , its deep heart is full , It desires what it has not , the beautiful ! The light winds , which from unsustaining wings Shed the music of many murmurings ...
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... bright , was far more deep , And the day's veil fell from the world of sleep , And the beasts , and the birds , and the insects were drowned In an ocean of dreams without a sound ; Whose waves never mark , though they ever impress The ...
... bright , was far more deep , And the day's veil fell from the world of sleep , And the beasts , and the birds , and the insects were drowned In an ocean of dreams without a sound ; Whose waves never mark , though they ever impress The ...
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... bright Spirit for her sweet sake Had deserted heaven while the stars were awake . As if yet around her he lingering were , Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her . Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest : 8 THE SENSITIVE ...
... bright Spirit for her sweet sake Had deserted heaven while the stars were awake . As if yet around her he lingering were , Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her . Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest : 8 THE SENSITIVE ...
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... bright water from the stream On those that were faint with the sunny beam ; And out of the cups of the heavy flowers She emptied the rain of the thunder showers . She lifted their heads with her tender hands , And sustained them with ...
... bright water from the stream On those that were faint with the sunny beam ; And out of the cups of the heavy flowers She emptied the rain of the thunder showers . She lifted their heads with her tender hands , And sustained them with ...
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... bright with tears as the crowd did pass ; From their sighs the wind caught a mournful tone , And sate in the pines and gave groan for groan . The garden , once fair , became cold and foul , Like the corpse of her who had been its soul ...
... bright with tears as the crowd did pass ; From their sighs the wind caught a mournful tone , And sate in the pines and gave groan for groan . The garden , once fair , became cold and foul , Like the corpse of her who had been its soul ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou azure Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bosom bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHIG CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight DEMON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal isle Jove JUSTINA kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living melody MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountains murmuring never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought trembling ULYSSES UNIV veil Via Reggio voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings woods
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Page 297 - 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.
Page 165 - 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; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 30 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.
Page 29 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 167 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Page 31 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 27 - 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.
Page 212 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Page 32 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Page 182 - I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost: I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery.