The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... hair shone Like mountain snow , mild , beautiful , and blind . Some , female forms , whose gestures beamed with mind ; And ardent youths , and children bright and fair ; And some had lyres whose strings were intertwined With pale and ...
... hair shone Like mountain snow , mild , beautiful , and blind . Some , female forms , whose gestures beamed with mind ; And ardent youths , and children bright and fair ; And some had lyres whose strings were intertwined With pale and ...
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... hair He stood thus beautiful : but there was One Who sate beside him like his shadow there , And held his hand - far lovelier - she was known To be thus fair , by the few lines alone Which through her floating locks and gathered Glances ...
... hair He stood thus beautiful : but there was One Who sate beside him like his shadow there , And held his hand - far lovelier - she was known To be thus fair , by the few lines alone Which through her floating locks and gathered Glances ...
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... hair - oh , excellently great Seemed to me then my purpose , the vast theme Of those impassioned songs , when Cythna sate Amid the calm which rapture doth create After its tumult , her heart vibrating , Her spirit o'er the ocean's ...
... hair - oh , excellently great Seemed to me then my purpose , the vast theme Of those impassioned songs , when Cythna sate Amid the calm which rapture doth create After its tumult , her heart vibrating , Her spirit o'er the ocean's ...
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... hair : Swarthy were three - the fourth was very fair : As they retired , the golden moon upsprung , And eagerly , out in the giddy air , Leaning that I might eat , I stretched and clung Over the shapeless depth in which those corpses ...
... hair : Swarthy were three - the fourth was very fair : As they retired , the golden moon upsprung , And eagerly , out in the giddy air , Leaning that I might eat , I stretched and clung Over the shapeless depth in which those corpses ...
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... hair Was prematurely grey , my face was lined With channels , such as suffering leaves behind , Not age ; my brow was pale , but in my cheek And lips a flush of gnawing fire did find [ speak Their food and dwelling ; though mine eyes ...
... hair Was prematurely grey , my face was lined With channels , such as suffering leaves behind , Not age ; my brow was pale , but in my cheek And lips a flush of gnawing fire did find [ speak Their food and dwelling ; though mine eyes ...
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Agathon AHASUERUS Apennines beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth Eryximachus eternal evil eyes fear feel fire flowers gentle GISBORNE grave happy hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy LEIGH HUNT light lips living look Lord Byron LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains Naples nature never night o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa Plato poem poet poetry Prometheus Queen Mab rocks Rome round ruin sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile Socrates soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
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260 ページ - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
249 ページ - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
259 ページ - 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, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
260 ページ - 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.
260 ページ - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
203 ページ - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
259 ページ - 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.
299 ページ - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 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?
177 ページ - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
289 ページ - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.