The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Methuen and Company Limited, 1911 - 1232 pages |
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... EUGANEAN HILLS ( 1818 ) 234 MARENGHI ( 1818 ) 243 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND ( 1818-1819 ) 249 - THE CENCI ( 1819 ) 331 THE MASQUE OF ANARCHY ( 1819 ) 415 PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) 428 THE SENSITIVE PLANT ( 1820 ) 458 ODE TO LIBERTY ...
... EUGANEAN HILLS ( 1818 ) 234 MARENGHI ( 1818 ) 243 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND ( 1818-1819 ) 249 - THE CENCI ( 1819 ) 331 THE MASQUE OF ANARCHY ( 1819 ) 415 PETER BELL THE THIRD ( 1819 ) 428 THE SENSITIVE PLANT ( 1820 ) 458 ODE TO LIBERTY ...
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... hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills , which bear , As seen from Lido thro ' the harbour piles , The likeness of a clump of peakèd isles : And then - as if the earth and sea had been Dissolved into one lake of fire , were seen ...
... hills : they were Those famous Euganean hills , which bear , As seen from Lido thro ' the harbour piles , The likeness of a clump of peakèd isles : And then - as if the earth and sea had been Dissolved into one lake of fire , were seen ...
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... melancholy end Of high and happy is , my friend , A task for which I am the most unfit Of all who live . " " Well , but yet venture it . " LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS M ( OCTOBER 1818 JULIAN AND MADDALO 233.
... melancholy end Of high and happy is , my friend , A task for which I am the most unfit Of all who live . " " Well , but yet venture it . " LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS M ( OCTOBER 1818 JULIAN AND MADDALO 233.
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... EUGANEAN HILLS M ( OCTOBER 1818 ) ANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery , Or the mariner , worn and wan , Never thus could voyage on- Day and night , and night and day , Drifting on his ... EUGANEAN HILLS (1818)
... EUGANEAN HILLS M ( OCTOBER 1818 ) ANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery , Or the mariner , worn and wan , Never thus could voyage on- Day and night , and night and day , Drifting on his ... EUGANEAN HILLS (1818)
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... wings all hoar , Through the dewy mist they soar Like grey shades , till the eastern Heaven Bursts , and then , as clouds of even , 70 Flecked with fire and azure , lie In the unfathomable WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS 235.
... wings all hoar , Through the dewy mist they soar Like grey shades , till the eastern Heaven Bursts , and then , as clouds of even , 70 Flecked with fire and azure , lie In the unfathomable WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS 235.
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Æschylus Alastor beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm caves Cenci child clouds cold comma Cythna Dæmon dark dead death deep DEMOGORGON doth Dowden dream earth Epipsychidion Euganean Hills eyes fair fear fire flame flowers Forman gaze gentle GIACOMO hair heard heart Heaven hope human Iona Laon light lips living looks LUCRETIA MARZIO Masque of Anarchy mighty mind moon mountains night o'er ocean ORSINO pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell poem poet poetry Prometheus Unbound PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti round sate SCENE seems SEMICHORUS sense shadow shapes Shelley Shelley's silent slaves sleep smiles soul sound speak spirit stanza stars strange stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift T. L. Peacock tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrants voice vulg waves wild wind wings Woodberry words Zupitza
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Page 326 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 456 - A SENSITIVE Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night.
Page 238 - Apennine In the south dimly islanded; And the Alps, whose snows are spread High between the clouds and sun; And of living things each one; And my spirit which so long Darkened this swift stream of song, — Interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky: Be it love, light, harmony, Odour, or the soul of all Which from Heaven like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feeds this verse Peopling the lone universe.
Page 457 - Paradise The flowers (as an infant's awakening eyes Smile on its mother, whose singing sweet Can first lull, and at last must awaken it,) When Heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them, As mine-lamps enkindle a hidden gem, Shone smiling to Heaven, and every one Shared joy in the light of the gentle sun...
Page 293 - On the brink of the night and the morning My coursers are wont to respire ; But the Earth has just whispered a warning That their flight must be swifter than fire : They shall drink the hot speed of desire ! ASIA.
Page 307 - Hour. Soon as the sound had ceased whose thunder filled The abysses of the sky and the wide earth, There was a change : the impalpable thin air And the all-circling sunlight were transformed, As if the sense of love, dissolved in them, Had folded itself round the sphered world.
Page 238 - Tis the noon of autumn's glow, When a soft and purple mist Like a vaporous amethyst, Or an air-dissolved star Mingling light and fragrance, far From the curved horizon's bound To the point of Heaven's profound, Fills the overflowing sky; And the plains that silent lie Underneath, the leaves unsodden Where the infant Frost has trodden With his morning-winged feet, Whose bright print is gleaming yet; And the red and golden vines, Piercing with their trellised lines The rough, dark-skirted wilderness...
Page 464 - First there came down a thawing rain And its dull drops froze on the boughs again; Then there steamed up a freezing dew Which to the drops of the thaw-rain grew; And a northern whirlwind, wandering about Like a wolf that had smelt a dead child out, Shook the boughs thus laden, and heavy, and stiff, And snapped them off with his rigid griff. When winter had gone and spring came back The Sensitive Plant was a leafless wreck ; But the mandrakes, and toadstools, and docks, and darnels, Rose like the...
Page vii - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal , • Who, through birth's orient portal And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Page 239 - Odour, or the soul of all Which from heaven like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feeds this verse Peopling the lone universe. Noon descends, and after noon...