The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... happy abundance , and the beautiful language in which he clothed his poetic ideas and philosophical notions . To defecate life of its misery and its evil , was the ruling passion of his soul : he dedicated to it every power of his mind ...
... happy abundance , and the beautiful language in which he clothed his poetic ideas and philosophical notions . To defecate life of its misery and its evil , was the ruling passion of his soul : he dedicated to it every power of his mind ...
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... happy when he sheltered himself from the influence of human sympathies , in the wildest regions of fancy . His imagination has been termed too brilliant , his thoughts too subtle . He loved to idealise reality ; and this is a taste ...
... happy when he sheltered himself from the influence of human sympathies , in the wildest regions of fancy . His imagination has been termed too brilliant , his thoughts too subtle . He loved to idealise reality ; and this is a taste ...
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... happy Soul , Ascend the car with me ! The chains of earth's immurement Fell from Ianthe's spirit ; They shrank and brake like bandages of straw Beneath a wakened giant's strength . She knew her glorious change , And felt in apprehension ...
... happy Soul , Ascend the car with me ! The chains of earth's immurement Fell from Ianthe's spirit ; They shrank and brake like bandages of straw Beneath a wakened giant's strength . She knew her glorious change , And felt in apprehension ...
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... happy . Spirit , come ! This is thine high reward : -the past shall rise ; Thou shalt behold the present ; I will teach The secrets of the future . The Fairy and the Spirit Approached the overhanging battlement.- Below lay stretched the ...
... happy . Spirit , come ! This is thine high reward : -the past shall rise ; Thou shalt behold the present ; I will teach The secrets of the future . The Fairy and the Spirit Approached the overhanging battlement.- Below lay stretched the ...
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... happy ; hearest thou not The curses of the fatherless , the groans Of those who have no friend ? He passes on : The King , the wearer of a gilded chain That binds his soul to abjectness , the fool Whom courtiers nickname monarch ...
... happy ; hearest thou not The curses of the fatherless , the groans Of those who have no friend ? He passes on : The King , the wearer of a gilded chain That binds his soul to abjectness , the fool Whom courtiers nickname monarch ...
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260 ÆäÀÌÁö - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
299 ÆäÀÌÁö - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
259 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. Why not I with thine...
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...