The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Band 2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... gray rat , So thin with want , he can crawl in and out Of any narrow chink and filthy hole , And he shall creep into her dressing - room , And- MAMMON . My dear friend , where are your wits ? as if She does not always toast a piece of ...
... gray rat , So thin with want , he can crawl in and out Of any narrow chink and filthy hole , And he shall creep into her dressing - room , And- MAMMON . My dear friend , where are your wits ? as if She does not always toast a piece of ...
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... gray Of the mountains , I come ! Hum , hum , hum ! From Morocco and Fez , and the high palaces Of golden Byzantium ; From the temples divine of old Palestine , VOL . III . From Athens and Rome , With a ha ! and a hum ! I come , I come ...
... gray Of the mountains , I come ! Hum , hum , hum ! From Morocco and Fez , and the high palaces Of golden Byzantium ; From the temples divine of old Palestine , VOL . III . From Athens and Rome , With a ha ! and a hum ! I come , I come ...
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... gray wizards Like you should be so beardless in their schemes ; It had been but a point of policy To keep Iona and the swine apart . Divide and rule ! but ye have made a junction Between two parties who will govern you , But for my art ...
... gray wizards Like you should be so beardless in their schemes ; It had been but a point of policy To keep Iona and the swine apart . Divide and rule ! but ye have made a junction Between two parties who will govern you , But for my art ...
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... gray before his time Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him , withering up his prime And goading him , like fiends , from land to land . Not his the load of any secret crime , For nought of ill his heart could ...
... gray before his time Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him , withering up his prime And goading him , like fiends , from land to land . Not his the load of any secret crime , For nought of ill his heart could ...
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... gray stone , Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here ...
... gray stone , Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Seite 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 99 - 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! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Seite 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Seite 138 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Seite 322 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Seite 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Seite 319 - 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.
Seite 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Seite 327 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Seite 321 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.