The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3-4권Houghton, Mifflin, 1855 |
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... dead - drunk or inspired , I cannot well remember ; nor , in truth , The oracle itself ! PURGANAX . The words went thus : " Boeotia , choose reform or civil war , When through the streets , instead of hare with dogs , A Consort - Queen ...
... dead - drunk or inspired , I cannot well remember ; nor , in truth , The oracle itself ! PURGANAX . The words went thus : " Boeotia , choose reform or civil war , When through the streets , instead of hare with dogs , A Consort - Queen ...
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... glory of the moon is dead ; Night's ghost and dreams have now departed ; Thine cwn soul still is true to thee , But changed to a foul fiend through misery . This fiend , whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like ΤΟ 51.
... glory of the moon is dead ; Night's ghost and dreams have now departed ; Thine cwn soul still is true to thee , But changed to a foul fiend through misery . This fiend , whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like ΤΟ 51.
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... shall float around thine head , The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead , Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile , ere thou and 53 Stanzas April, 1814.
... shall float around thine head , The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead , Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile , ere thou and 53 Stanzas April, 1814.
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... dead - so pale ; Her hands were thin , and through their wandering veins And weak articulations might be seen Day's ruddy light . The tomb of thy dead self Which one vexed ghost inhabits , night and day , Is all , lost child , that now ...
... dead - so pale ; Her hands were thin , and through their wandering veins And weak articulations might be seen Day's ruddy light . The tomb of thy dead self Which one vexed ghost inhabits , night and day , Is all , lost child , that now ...
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... dead ; I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed . I was not heard , I saw them not ; When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and ...
... dead ; I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed . I was not heard , I saw them not ; When musing deeply on the lot Of life , at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden child CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame flame transformed fled fleeting river flowers folded palm gentle golden grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle kiss lady leaves light lips living MAMMON mighty moon mortal mountains murmuring never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain round scorn SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley silent SILENUS sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought ULYSSES veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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278 페이지 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
227 페이지 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
326 페이지 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
280 페이지 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
322 페이지 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 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.
99 페이지 - 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.
279 페이지 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
327 페이지 - 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.
198 페이지 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. in Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
279 페이지 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...