The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hear , Remembered now in sadness . But , oh ! how much more changed , How gloomier is the contrast Of human nature there ! Where Socrates expired , a tyrant's slave , A coward and a fool , spreads death around— Then , shuddering , meets ...
... hear , Remembered now in sadness . But , oh ! how much more changed , How gloomier is the contrast Of human nature there ! Where Socrates expired , a tyrant's slave , A coward and a fool , spreads death around— Then , shuddering , meets ...
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... hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the sacred steel Felt cold in her torn entrails ! Religion ! thou wert then in manhood's prime : But age crept on : one God would not suffice For senile puerility ; thou framedst A tale to ...
... hear the mother's shriek Of maniac gladness as the sacred steel Felt cold in her torn entrails ! Religion ! thou wert then in manhood's prime : But age crept on : one God would not suffice For senile puerility ; thou framedst A tale to ...
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... hear a famished nation's groans , And hugged the wealth wrung from the woe That makes its eyes and veins o'erflow , - Those thrones , high built upon the heaps Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps , Where slavery wields her scourge of ...
... hear a famished nation's groans , And hugged the wealth wrung from the woe That makes its eyes and veins o'erflow , - Those thrones , high built upon the heaps Of bones where frenzied famine sleeps , Where slavery wields her scourge of ...
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... hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he passed , have pined And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence too , enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in ...
... hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he passed , have pined And wasted for fond love of his wild eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence too , enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in ...
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... hear it , As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home : -unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race , And Faith , and Custom , and low - thoughted cares , Like thunder - stricken dragons , for a space IV ...
... hear it , As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home : -unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race , And Faith , and Custom , and low - thoughted cares , Like thunder - stricken dragons , for a space IV ...
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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...