The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, 1±ÇJ. Ascham, 1834 - 1004ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Spirits ...... 133 134 .... 137 140 A Fragment 142 A Bridal Song ........ ...... 143 The Sunset ....... On a Faded ... Spirit Liberty To ............ The Isle ¥Ó¥ï 11 . Lines ........ A Song .. 158 159 159 166 160 161 ...... 163 163 164 ...
... Spirits ...... 133 134 .... 137 140 A Fragment 142 A Bridal Song ........ ...... 143 The Sunset ....... On a Faded ... Spirit Liberty To ............ The Isle ¥Ó¥ï 11 . Lines ........ A Song .. 158 159 159 166 160 161 ...... 163 163 164 ...
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... Spirit of Solitude The Sensitive Plant TRANSLATIONS . Hymn to Mercury , from Homer The Cyclops , from Eurypides ......... Translation from Moschus ........ Page 165 166 166 167 168 168 ... 169 169 170 177 187 192 195 198 198 199 199 ...
... Spirit of Solitude The Sensitive Plant TRANSLATIONS . Hymn to Mercury , from Homer The Cyclops , from Eurypides ......... Translation from Moschus ........ Page 165 166 166 167 168 168 ... 169 169 170 177 187 192 195 198 198 199 199 ...
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... spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth , Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
... spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth , Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
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... spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth , Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
... spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both hope and pride . Alas ! all hope is buried now . But then men dreamed the aged earth Was labouring in that mighty birth , Which many a poet and a sage Has aye foreseen ...
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... there . And so , my friend , it then befel To many , most to Lionel , Whose hope was like the life of youth Within him , and , when dead , became A spirit of unresting flame , Which goaded him in ROSALIND AND HELEN . 27.
... there . And so , my friend , it then befel To many , most to Lionel , Whose hope was like the life of youth Within him , and , when dead , became A spirit of unresting flame , Which goaded him in ROSALIND AND HELEN . 27.
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70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed 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 blossoming, Sudden thy shadow fell on me — I shrieked, and clasped my hands in...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sighed for thee. 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!
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...