The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pages |
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... eyes have I gazed fondly on , And loved mankind the more ? Harriet ! on thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy ...
... eyes have I gazed fondly on , And loved mankind the more ? Harriet ! on thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration of my song ; Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . Then press into thy ...
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... eye , Mixed with a quiet smile , shone calmly forth : The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs ; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon ; His death - pang rent my heart ! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph , and I ...
... eye , Mixed with a quiet smile , shone calmly forth : The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs ; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon ; His death - pang rent my heart ! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph , and I ...
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... eyes and veins o'erflow , - Those thrones , high built upon the heaps Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps , Where ... eye severe , - So the crocodile slunk off slily in fear , And loosed her bloodhounds from the den .... They started ...
... eyes and veins o'erflow , - Those thrones , high built upon the heaps Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps , Where ... eye severe , - So the crocodile slunk off slily in fear , And loosed her bloodhounds from the den .... They started ...
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... eyes , and swollen veins , that alone can grasp the knife of murder . The system The necessity of resorting to some means of purifying water , and the diseases which arise from its adulteration in civilised countries , are sufficiently ...
... eyes , and swollen veins , that alone can grasp the knife of murder . The system The necessity of resorting to some means of purifying water , and the diseases which arise from its adulteration in civilised countries , are sufficiently ...
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... eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence too , enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in her rugged cell . By solemn vision and bright silver dream , His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound ...
... eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence too , enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in her rugged cell . By solemn vision and bright silver dream , His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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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...