The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Methuen and Company Limited, 1911 - 1232 pages |
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... bright flowers grow And living shapes upon my bosom move : Music is in the earth and air , Winged clouds soar here and there , Dark with the rain new buds are dreaming of . In this universal joy human beings are lost like single voices ...
... bright flowers grow And living shapes upon my bosom move : Music is in the earth and air , Winged clouds soar here and there , Dark with the rain new buds are dreaming of . In this universal joy human beings are lost like single voices ...
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... bright bird , insect , or gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! IC 20 Mother of this ...
... bright bird , insect , or gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! IC 20 Mother of this ...
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... bright silver dream , 50 60 His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound from the vast earth and ambient air , Sent to his heart its choicest impulses . The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips , and all of ...
... bright silver dream , 50 60 His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound from the vast earth and ambient air , Sent to his heart its choicest impulses . The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips , and all of ...
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... bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only to a black and watery depth , While death's blue vault , with loathliest vapours hung , Where every shade which the foul grave exhales Hides its ...
... bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only to a black and watery depth , While death's blue vault , with loathliest vapours hung , Where every shade which the foul grave exhales Hides its ...
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... bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moonlight snake , He fled . Red morning dawned upon his flight ...
... bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moonlight snake , He fled . Red morning dawned upon his flight ...
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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...