The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3±ÇLittle, Brown, 1855 |
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... clear dew on the tender sky ; And the jessamine faint , and the sweet tube- rose , The sweetest flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every clime Grew in that garden in perfect prime . And on the stream whose ...
... clear dew on the tender sky ; And the jessamine faint , and the sweet tube- rose , The sweetest flower for scent that blows ; And all rare blossoms from every clime Grew in that garden in perfect prime . And on the stream whose ...
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... clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved the turf and the moss below . The lilies were drooping , and white , and wan , Like the head and the skin of a dying man ...
... clear and bright , Mocking the spoil of the secret night . The rose - leaves , like flakes of crimson snow , Paved the turf and the moss below . The lilies were drooping , and white , and wan , Like the head and the skin of a dying man ...
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... clear morning , the beams of the sunrise flow in , Unimpeded , keen , golden , and crystalline , Banded armies of light and of air ; at one gate They encounter , but interpenetrate . And that breach in the tempest is widening away , 22 ...
... clear morning , the beams of the sunrise flow in , Unimpeded , keen , golden , and crystalline , Banded armies of light and of air ; at one gate They encounter , but interpenetrate . And that breach in the tempest is widening away , 22 ...
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... clear surface reflecting it slide Tremulous with soft influence ; extending its tide From the Andes to Atlas , round mountain and isle , Round sea - birds and wrecks , paved with heaven's azure smile , The wide world of waters is ...
... clear surface reflecting it slide Tremulous with soft influence ; extending its tide From the Andes to Atlas , round mountain and isle , Round sea - birds and wrecks , paved with heaven's azure smile , The wide world of waters is ...
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... sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . VI . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely 30 TO A SKYLARK .
... sphere , Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear , Until we hardly see , we feel that it is there . VI . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely 30 TO A SKYLARK .
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166 ÆäÀÌÁö - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love which overflows her bower : Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : XI.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? 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!
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...