The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1870 |
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... words might cure a Male prude , like you , from what you now endure , a Low - tide in soul , like a stagnant laguna . " XV . Then Peter rubbed his eyes severe , And smoothed his spacious forehead down With his broad palm ; - ' twixt ...
... words might cure a Male prude , like you , from what you now endure , a Low - tide in soul , like a stagnant laguna . " XV . Then Peter rubbed his eyes severe , And smoothed his spacious forehead down With his broad palm ; - ' twixt ...
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... words , tail foremost , where Right , wrong - false , true - and foul and fair- As in a lottery - wheel are shook . XIV . Five thousand crammed octavo pages Of German psychologics , -he Who his furor verborum assuages Thereon deserves ...
... words , tail foremost , where Right , wrong - false , true - and foul and fair- As in a lottery - wheel are shook . XIV . Five thousand crammed octavo pages Of German psychologics , -he Who his furor verborum assuages Thereon deserves ...
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... sir , I can . I hope I need require No pledge from you that he will stir In our affairs ; like Oliver , That he'll be worthy of his hire . " V. These words exchanged , the news sent off To 24 PETER BELL THE THIRD . "VII -Double Damnation.
... sir , I can . I hope I need require No pledge from you that he will stir In our affairs ; like Oliver , That he'll be worthy of his hire . " V. These words exchanged , the news sent off To 24 PETER BELL THE THIRD . "VII -Double Damnation.
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... words exchanged , the news sent off To Peter , home the Devil hied , — Took to his bed . He had no cough , No doctor , -meat and drink enough , — Yet that same night he died . VI . The Devil's corpse was leaded down ; His decent heirs ...
... words exchanged , the news sent off To Peter , home the Devil hied , — Took to his bed . He had no cough , No doctor , -meat and drink enough , — Yet that same night he died . VI . The Devil's corpse was leaded down ; His decent heirs ...
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... words which have been , are , or may be , expended by , for , against , with , or on , him . A sufficient proof of the utility of this history . Peter's progenitor who selected this name seems to have possessed a pure anticipated ...
... words which have been , are , or may be , expended by , for , against , with , or on , him . A sufficient proof of the utility of this history . Peter's progenitor who selected this name seems to have possessed a pure anticipated ...
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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.