The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... Poems . These being at last happily removed , I hasten to fulfil an important duty , that of giving the productions ... poetic ideas and philosophical notions . To defecate life of its misery and its evil , was the ruling passion of his ...
... Poems . These being at last happily removed , I hasten to fulfil an important duty , that of giving the productions ... poetic ideas and philosophical notions . To defecate life of its misery and its evil , was the ruling passion of his ...
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... poems may be divided into two classes , -the purely imagi- native , and those which sprung from the emotions of his heart . Among the former may be classed " The Witch of Atlas , " " Adonais , " and his latest composition , left ...
... poems may be divided into two classes , -the purely imagi- native , and those which sprung from the emotions of his heart . Among the former may be classed " The Witch of Atlas , " " Adonais , " and his latest composition , left ...
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... poems , I have endeavoured to narrate the origin and history of each . The loss of nearly all letters and papers which refer to his early life , renders the execution more imperfect than it would otherwise have been . I have , however ...
... poems , I have endeavoured to narrate the origin and history of each . The loss of nearly all letters and papers which refer to his early life , renders the execution more imperfect than it would otherwise have been . I have , however ...
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... poems complete and correct , which hitherto have been defaced by various mistakes and omissions . It was suggested that the Poem " To the Queen of my Heart , " was falsely attributed to Shelley . I certainly find no trace of it among ...
... poems complete and correct , which hitherto have been defaced by various mistakes and omissions . It was suggested that the Poem " To the Queen of my Heart , " was falsely attributed to Shelley . I certainly find no trace of it among ...
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... POEM , IN TWELVE CANTOS 48 NOTE BY THE EDITOR 1 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND . A LYRICAL DRAMA , IN FOUR ACTS NOTE BY THE ... POEMS- MUTABILITY ON DEATH A SUMMER - EVENING CHURCH - YARD , LECHDALE , GLOUCESTERSHIRE TO 192 ib . ib . . 193 EARLY ...
... POEM , IN TWELVE CANTOS 48 NOTE BY THE EDITOR 1 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND . A LYRICAL DRAMA , IN FOUR ACTS NOTE BY THE ... POEMS- MUTABILITY ON DEATH A SUMMER - EVENING CHURCH - YARD , LECHDALE , GLOUCESTERSHIRE TO 192 ib . ib . . 193 EARLY ...
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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...