The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1±ÇReeves and Turner, 1877 |
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... mighty Mother , when he lay , When thy Son lay , pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness ? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died ? With veiled eyes , ' Mid listening Echoes , in her Paradise She sate , while one , with soft ...
... mighty Mother , when he lay , When thy Son lay , pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness ? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died ? With veiled eyes , ' Mid listening Echoes , in her Paradise She sate , while one , with soft ...
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... mighty youth with morning , doth complain , Soaring and screaming round her empty nest , As Albion wails for thee : the curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast , And scared the angel soul that was its earthly ...
... mighty youth with morning , doth complain , Soaring and screaming round her empty nest , As Albion wails for thee : the curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast , And scared the angel soul that was its earthly ...
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... mighty heart " Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? " Defenceless as thou wert , oh where was then ' Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? " Or hadst thou waited the full cycle , when " Thy spirit should have filled its ...
... mighty heart " Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? " Defenceless as thou wert , oh where was then ' Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? " Or hadst thou waited the full cycle , when " Thy spirit should have filled its ...
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... mighty Phantasm , 2 half concealed In darkness of his own exceeding light , Which clothed his awful presence unrevealed , Charioted on the night Of thunder - smoke , whose skirts were chrysolite . And like a sudden meteor , which ...
... mighty Phantasm , 2 half concealed In darkness of his own exceeding light , Which clothed his awful presence unrevealed , Charioted on the night Of thunder - smoke , whose skirts were chrysolite . And like a sudden meteor , which ...
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... mighty mistress now ! When Conscience lulls her sated snake , And Tyrants sleep , let Freedom wake . Breathe low - low The words which , like secret fire , shall flow Through the veins of the frozen earth - low , low ! SEMICHORUS I ...
... mighty mistress now ! When Conscience lulls her sated snake , And Tyrants sleep , let Freedom wake . Breathe low - low The words which , like secret fire , shall flow Through the veins of the frozen earth - low , low ! SEMICHORUS I ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS ARCHY beautiful beneath blood breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke clouds cold collected editions comma D©¡mon damned dark dead death Devil doubt dream earth edition of 1839 editions known eyes fear flowers folded palm fragment Garnett gentle Gisborne grew grief heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith Hunt's Julian and Maddalo KING lady later editions leaves Leigh Hunt letter light living looked Lord Lyrical Ballad MAHMUD mighty mind moon mountains never night o'er Ollier pale passage Peter Bell Pisa poet Posthumous Poems previous editions printed Queen Mab Rossetti Rossetti's edition says scorn seems SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley's editions SHELLEY'S NOTE Shelley's writing sleep smile soul spirit stanza stars stream substituted sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought tion transcript waves weep wind wings word written
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9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : " With me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, ii.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. Come, months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array ; Follow the bier Of the dead cold year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. The chill rain is falling, the...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.— Come away! Haste, while the vault of blue Italian day Is yet his fitting charnel-roof, while still He lies as if in dewy sleep he lay. Awake him not! surely he takes his fill Of deep and liquid rest, forgetful of all ill.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our Adonais has drunk poison — oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe?
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower- by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew.