The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1J. Miller, 1871 |
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... hour , Serve as the sophisms with which manhood dims Bright reason's ray , and sanctifies the sword Upraised to shed a brother's innocent blood . Let priest - led slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when force ...
... hour , Serve as the sophisms with which manhood dims Bright reason's ray , and sanctifies the sword Upraised to shed a brother's innocent blood . Let priest - led slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when force ...
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... hour as blest when on his worthless days The frozen hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease . The one is man that shall hereafter be ; The other , man as vice has made him now . War is the ...
... hour as blest when on his worthless days The frozen hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease . The one is man that shall hereafter be ; The other , man as vice has made him now . War is the ...
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... hour , The transient gulf - dream of a startling sleep . Death is no foe to virtue : earth has seen Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom , Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there , And presaging the truth of visioned ...
... hour , The transient gulf - dream of a startling sleep . Death is no foe to virtue : earth has seen Love's brightest roses on the scaffold bloom , Mingling with freedom's fadeless laurels there , And presaging the truth of visioned ...
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... hours , When night makes a weird sound of its own still- ness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears ...
... hours , When night makes a weird sound of its own still- ness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears ...
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... hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair , Sered by the autumn of strange suffering , Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like ...
... hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair , Sered by the autumn of strange suffering , Sung dirges in the wind ; his listless hand Hung like ...
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Page 358 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Page 378 - He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe; And Science struck the thrones of earth and heaven, Which shook, but fell not; and the harmonious mind...
Page 384 - 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 the 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 ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Page 332 - 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...
Page 129 - Marred his repose ; the influxes of sense, And his own being unalloyed by pain, Yet feebler and more feeble, calmly fed The stream of thought, till he lay breathing there At peace, and faintly smiling. His last sight Was the great moon, which o'er the western line Of the wide world her mighty horn suspended, With whose dun beams inwoven darkness seemed To mingle.
Page 353 - Hypocrisy and custom make their minds The fanes of many a worship, now outworn. They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare.
Page 372 - With azure waves which burst in silver light, Some Indian vale. Behold it, rolling on Under the curdling winds, and islanding The peak whereon we stand, midway, around, Encinctured by the dark and blooming forests, Dim twilight-lawns, and stream-illumined caves. And wind-enchanted shapes of wandering mist ; And far on high the keen sky-cleaving mountains From icy spires of sunlike radiance fling The dawn, as lifted Ocean's dazzling spray, From some Atlantic islet scattered up, Spangles the wind with...
Page 384 - 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.
Page 363 - Then two dreams came. One, I remember not. But in the other his pale wound-worn limbs Fell from Prometheus, and the azure night Grew radiant with the glory of that form Which lives unchanged within, and his voice fell Like music which makes giddy the dim brain, Faint with intoxication of keen joy : " Sister of her whose footsteps pave the world With loveliness — more fair than aught but her Whose shadow thou art — lift thine eyes on me.
Page 146 - Now has descended a serener hour, And, with inconstant fortune, friends return ; Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power Which says ' ' Let scorn be not repaid with scorn." And from thy side two gentle babes are born To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn: And these delights, and thou, have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.