The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2±ÇHoughton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... POEMS : A Summer - Evening Church - Yard , Lechlade , Glou- cestershire Mutability On Death To *** ledere To Wordsworth . - Stanzas . April , 1814 Lines Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte . Note by the Editor • POEMS ...
... POEMS : A Summer - Evening Church - Yard , Lechlade , Glou- cestershire Mutability On Death To *** ledere To Wordsworth . - Stanzas . April , 1814 Lines Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte . Note by the Editor • POEMS ...
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... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 . Rosalind and Helen • Lines written among the Euganean Hills Julian and Maddalo . A Conversation The Woodman and the Nightingale Misery . A Fragment . To Mary Passage of the Apennines On a Faded Violet . Stanzas ...
... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 . Rosalind and Helen • Lines written among the Euganean Hills Julian and Maddalo . A Conversation The Woodman and the Nightingale Misery . A Fragment . To Mary Passage of the Apennines On a Faded Violet . Stanzas ...
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... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820 . The Sensitive - Plant . Part I. . A Vision of the Sea Part II . Part III . Conclusion . ' Love's Philosophy • The Cloud . To a Skylark . To Ode to Liberty The Waning Moon . ✓Arethusa Song of Proserpine Hymn of ...
... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820 . The Sensitive - Plant . Part I. . A Vision of the Sea Part II . Part III . Conclusion . ' Love's Philosophy • The Cloud . To a Skylark . To Ode to Liberty The Waning Moon . ✓Arethusa Song of Proserpine Hymn of ...
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... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821 . Epipsychidion Adonais To Night • From the Arabic To E *** V *** Time The Fugitives Mutability . ¥Ó¥ï 49 73 100 101 102 102 • 103 106 ¡¤ 107 Lines 108 ¡¤ Song . 109 A Fragment 711 • ¥Ó¥ï 112 Lines written on hearing the ...
... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821 . Epipsychidion Adonais To Night • From the Arabic To E *** V *** Time The Fugitives Mutability . ¥Ó¥ï 49 73 100 101 102 102 • 103 106 ¡¤ 107 Lines 108 ¡¤ Song . 109 A Fragment 711 • ¥Ó¥ï 112 Lines written on hearing the ...
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... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822 . The Zucca To a Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 • 137 138 139 • 141 145 148 151 153 ¡¤ 154 159 159 • The Recollection ...
... POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822 . The Zucca To a Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 • 137 138 139 • 141 145 148 151 153 ¡¤ 154 159 159 • The Recollection ...
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326 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
321 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.