The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... heart and brain . I abstain from any remark on the occurrences of his private life ; except , inasmuch as the passions which they engendered , inspired his poetry . This is not the time to relate the truth ; and I should reject any ...
... heart and brain . I abstain from any remark on the occurrences of his private life ; except , inasmuch as the passions which they engendered , inspired his poetry . This is not the time to relate the truth ; and I should reject any ...
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... heart [ roll , It consecrates to thine . I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er ...
... heart [ roll , It consecrates to thine . I. How wonderful is Death , Death and his brother Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er ...
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... heart when thousands groan But for those morsels which his wantonness Wastes in unjoyous revelry , to save All that they love from famine : when he hears The tale of horror , to some ready - made face Of hypocritical assent he turns ...
... heart when thousands groan But for those morsels which his wantonness Wastes in unjoyous revelry , to save All that they love from famine : when he hears The tale of horror , to some ready - made face Of hypocritical assent he turns ...
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... heart ; he raiseth up The tyrant , whose delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is ...
... heart ; he raiseth up The tyrant , whose delight is in his woe , Whose sport is in his agony . Yon sun , Lights it the great alone ? Yon silver beams , Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is ...
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... heart ; Evasive meanings , nothings of much sound , To lure the heedless victim to the toils Spread round the valley of its paradise . Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts ...
... heart ; Evasive meanings , nothings of much sound , To lure the heedless victim to the toils Spread round the valley of its paradise . Look to thyself , priest , conqueror , or prince ! Whether thy trade is falsehood , and thy lusts ...
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Page 260 - 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 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, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Page 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 292 - 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...
Page 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...
Page 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Page 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Page 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Page 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 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.
Page 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...