The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Methuen and Company Limited, 1911 - 1232 pages |
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... dream . But it ends with a dying fall- 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 ...
... dream . But it ends with a dying fall- 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 ...
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... dreams that he harboured because they were pleasant . This he did not do , but was filled with a sense of the unreality of this life compared with the reality that he desired . It is of this that he tells us and not of any dreams of his ...
... dreams that he harboured because they were pleasant . This he did not do , but was filled with a sense of the unreality of this life compared with the reality that he desired . It is of this that he tells us and not of any dreams of his ...
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... dream , half sensual , half spiritual , of an impossible paradise in this world . But the pain of reality always woke him out of these dreams , while at the same time it never dulled his ardour . We may think of him as of one bearing a ...
... dream , half sensual , half spiritual , of an impossible paradise in this world . But the pain of reality always woke him out of these dreams , while at the same time it never dulled his ardour . We may think of him as of one bearing a ...
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... dream , And twilight phantasms , and deep noonday thought , 40 Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath ...
... dream , And twilight phantasms , and deep noonday thought , 40 Has shone within me , that serenely now And moveless , as a long - forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane , I wait thy breath ...
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... 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 great , Or good ...
... 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 great , Or good ...
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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...