The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1870 |
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... moon ) On Death ( The pale , the cold , and the moony smile ) A Summer - Evening Churchyard , Lechlade , Gloucestershire ( 1815 ) To Wordsworth Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte Lines ( The cold earth slept below ) Note ...
... moon ) On Death ( The pale , the cold , and the moony smile ) A Summer - Evening Churchyard , Lechlade , Gloucestershire ( 1815 ) To Wordsworth Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte Lines ( The cold earth slept below ) Note ...
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... Moon 33T 58. Death ( Death is here , and death is there ) 332 59. The World's Wanderers 332 60. Orpheus 333 61. To his Genius 336 62. Fiordispina 339 63. To the Moon 341 65. An Allegory 64. Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun 66. I ...
... Moon 33T 58. Death ( Death is here , and death is there ) 332 59. The World's Wanderers 332 60. Orpheus 333 61. To his Genius 336 62. Fiordispina 339 63. To the Moon 341 65. An Allegory 64. Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun 66. I ...
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... Moon To the Earth , Mother of all The Cyclops : a Satyric Drama , from Euripides ( 1819 ) EPIGRAMS FROM THE GREEK 1. Spirit of Plato . 2. A man who was about to hang himself . FROM PLATO- 1. To Stella . 2. Kissing Helena , together FROM ...
... Moon To the Earth , Mother of all The Cyclops : a Satyric Drama , from Euripides ( 1819 ) EPIGRAMS FROM THE GREEK 1. Spirit of Plato . 2. A man who was about to hang himself . FROM PLATO- 1. To Stella . 2. Kissing Helena , together FROM ...
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... moon that stains Some gloomy chamber's window - panes With a broad light like day . XV . For language was in Peter's hand Like clay while he was yet a potter ; And he made songs for all the land Sweet both to feel and understand , As ...
... moon that stains Some gloomy chamber's window - panes With a broad light like day . XV . For language was in Peter's hand Like clay while he was yet a potter ; And he made songs for all the land Sweet both to feel and understand , As ...
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... moon , Sets those who stand her face inspecting That face within their brain reflecting , Like a crazed bell - chime , out of tune ? XI . For Peter did not know the town ; But thought , as country readers do , For half a guinea or a ...
... moon , Sets those who stand her face inspecting That face within their brain reflecting , Like a crazed bell - chime , out of tune ? XI . For Peter did not know the town ; But thought , as country readers do , For half a guinea or a ...
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Page 207 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 295 - 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 210 - 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 ? — To thy chamber- window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Page 237 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 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 183 - 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.
Page 105 - Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Page 237 - 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...
Page 104 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light...
Page 138 - Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
Page 240 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.