The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Methuen and Company Limited, 1911 - 1232 pages |
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Page xi
... earth and spherèd 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 . us It is the very language ...
... earth and spherèd 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 . us It is the very language ...
Page xxi
... earth tells him that they dare not . When the deliverance comes , night- shade berries cease to be poisonous , and the sea is freed from storms . The moon comes to life , and breaks into a wonderful song . Green stalks burst forth and ...
... earth tells him that they dare not . When the deliverance comes , night- shade berries cease to be poisonous , and the sea is freed from storms . The moon comes to life , and breaks into a wonderful song . Green stalks burst forth and ...
Page xxii
... earth and sky than in human beings ; and Shelley , in his happiest vein , is a landscape poet of a new kind . He shows us the whole universe subject to a rhythm and movement imposed upon it by the religious ardour of his own mind . That ...
... earth and sky than in human beings ; and Shelley , in his happiest vein , is a landscape poet of a new kind . He shows us the whole universe subject to a rhythm and movement imposed upon it by the religious ardour of his own mind . That ...
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... earth and vacant air . Even as a vapour fed with golden beams That ministered on sunlight , ere the west Eclipses it , was now that wondrous frame- No sense , no motion , no divinity- 650 660 A fragile lute , on whose harmonious strings ...
... earth and vacant air . Even as a vapour fed with golden beams That ministered on sunlight , ere the west Eclipses it , was now that wondrous frame- No sense , no motion , no divinity- 650 660 A fragile lute , on whose harmonious strings ...
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... earth , it flew- The rival of the Andes , whose dark brow Frowned o'er the silver sea . Far , far below the chariot's stormy path , Calm as a slumbering babe , Tremendous ocean lay . Its broad and silent mirror gave to view The pale and ...
... earth , it flew- The rival of the Andes , whose dark brow Frowned o'er the silver sea . Far , far below the chariot's stormy path , Calm as a slumbering babe , Tremendous ocean lay . Its broad and silent mirror gave to view The pale and ...
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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...