Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe ShelleyJohn and Henry L. Hunt, 1824 - 415 ページ This volume was published just two years after Shelley's death. It collects some of his final poems, including unfinished works. Shelley's wife, Mary, was responsible for assembling the collection, and she also provides a revealing introduction. |
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... thought , Winging itself with laughter , lingered not , But flew from brain to brain , —such glee was ours , Charged ... thoughts it would extinguish : - ' twas forlorn , Yet pleasing ; such as once , so poets tell , The devils held ...
... thought , Winging itself with laughter , lingered not , But flew from brain to brain , —such glee was ours , Charged ... thoughts it would extinguish : - ' twas forlorn , Yet pleasing ; such as once , so poets tell , The devils held ...
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... thoughts and our desires to meet below Round the rent heart , and pray - as madmen do ; For what ? they know not , till the night of death , As sunset that strange vision , severeth Our memory from itself , and us from all We sought ...
... thoughts and our desires to meet below Round the rent heart , and pray - as madmen do ; For what ? they know not , till the night of death , As sunset that strange vision , severeth Our memory from itself , and us from all We sought ...
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... thoughts subjected are , As came on you last night . It is our will Which thus enchains us to permitted ill . We might be otherwise ; we might be all We dream of , happy , high , majestical . Where is the love , beauty , and truth we ...
... thoughts subjected are , As came on you last night . It is our will Which thus enchains us to permitted ill . We might be otherwise ; we might be all We dream of , happy , high , majestical . Where is the love , beauty , and truth we ...
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... but this , " said Maddalo : " he came To Venice a dejected man , and fame Said he was wealthy , or he had been so . Some thought the loss of fortune wrought him woe ; But he was ever talking in such sort As you 12 JULIAN AND MADDALO .
... but this , " said Maddalo : " he came To Venice a dejected man , and fame Said he was wealthy , or he had been so . Some thought the loss of fortune wrought him woe ; But he was ever talking in such sort As you 12 JULIAN AND MADDALO .
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... thought . His words might move some heart that heeded not , If sent to distant lands ; —and then as one Reproaching deeds never to be undone , With wondering self - compassion ; -then his speech Was lost in grief , and then his words ...
... thought . His words might move some heart that heeded not , If sent to distant lands ; —and then as one Reproaching deeds never to be undone , With wondering self - compassion ; -then his speech Was lost in grief , and then his words ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou Baubo beams beast beauty beneath breath bright burning calm cave cavern chasm chidden CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead death deep delight DEMON desart divine dream earth EPODE eyes faint FAUST fear fierce fire fled flowers folded palm forest gaze gentle gleam green grew grey grief hair hear heart heaven Hermes JUSTINA kiss Lady leaves light lips living love waves Maddalo MEPHISTOPHELES mighty MONT BLANC moon mortal mountains move NAPLES never night o'er ocean Onchestus pale pine Pisa Pylos rocks round sate Satyr seemed shadows shapes shore SILENUS sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought ULYSSES vale veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wild arms wind wings woods
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195 ページ - Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
194 ページ - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
165 ページ - 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.
285 ページ - The windings of the dell. — The rivulet, Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss, with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood, laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud \ That overhung its quietness.
276 ページ - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
23 ページ - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
81 ページ - The great, the unforgotten, — they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought. Their lore "Taught them not this, to know themselves ; their might Could not repress the mystery within ; And, for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night
274 ページ - His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought...
8 ページ - Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering as from waves of flame Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent 'Ere it fade,' Said my companion, 'I will show you soon A better station...
263 ページ - To the Moon Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?