The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Houghton, Osgood, 1865 |
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... strange and alarming shrieks , mixed with the voice of a man . The next day , it was reported by the gossips that Mr. Shelley , no Christian , ( for it was he who was there , ) 66 had brought some " into the very strange female MEMOIR ...
... strange and alarming shrieks , mixed with the voice of a man . The next day , it was reported by the gossips that Mr. Shelley , no Christian , ( for it was he who was there , ) 66 had brought some " into the very strange female MEMOIR ...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. 66 had brought some " into the very strange female ' house , no better , of course , than she ought to be . The real Christian had puzzled them . Shelley , in coming to our house that night , had found a woman lying ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. 66 had brought some " into the very strange female ' house , no better , of course , than she ought to be . The real Christian had puzzled them . Shelley , in coming to our house that night , had found a woman lying ...
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... strange in that connection of his last will and testament with his departure ; but the will , it seems , was not to be found . The same night there was a tremendous storm of thun- der and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we ...
... strange in that connection of his last will and testament with his departure ; but the will , it seems , was not to be found . The same night there was a tremendous storm of thun- der and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we ...
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... strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral window , but the tints Are such as may not find Comparison on earth . Behold the ...
... strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral window , but the tints Are such as may not find Comparison on earth . Behold the ...
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... strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is ...
... strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is ...
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Page 203 - I will be wise, And just and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Page 177 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Page 80 - Life of Life ! thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them ; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light ! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them ; As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.
Page 11 - ... the bright chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones. Heaven's winged hound, polluting from thy lips His beak in poison not his own, tears up My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by, The ghastly people of the realm of dream, Mocking me : and the Earthquake-fiends are charged To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds When the rocks split and close again behind: While from their loud abysses howling throng The genii of the storm, urging the rage Of whirlwind, and afflict me...
Page 201 - So now my summer task is ended, Mary, And I return to thee, mine own heart's home; As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery, Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome; Nor thou disdain that, ere my fame become A star among the stars of mortal night, If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom, Its doubtful promise thus I would unite With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.
Page 160 - Mother of this unfathomable world! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps. And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.
Page 335 - 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.
Page 53 - His presence flow and mingle through my blood, Till it became his life, and his grew mine. And I was thus absorbed, — until it passed ; And, like the vapours, when the sun sinks down, Gathering again in drops upon the pines, And tremulous as they, in the deep night My being was condensed...
Page 81 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses!
Page 4 - This Poem was chiefly written upon the mountainous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the flowery glades, and thickets of odoriferous blossoming trees, which are extended in ever winding labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy arches suspended in the air.