The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1J. Miller, 1871 |
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... vast and shadowy sphere ; The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell , like ocean's feathery spray Dashed from the 40 QUEEN MAB .
... vast and shadowy sphere ; The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Its rays of rapid light Parted around the chariot's swifter course , And fell , like ocean's feathery spray Dashed from the 40 QUEEN MAB .
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... vast and azure dome , Its fertile golden islands Floating on a silver sea ; Whilst suns their mingling beamings darted Through clouds of circumambient darkness , And pearly battlements around Looked o'er the immense of Heaven . The ...
... vast and azure dome , Its fertile golden islands Floating on a silver sea ; Whilst suns their mingling beamings darted Through clouds of circumambient darkness , And pearly battlements around Looked o'er the immense of Heaven . The ...
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... vast suns roll on Interminably , still illuming The night of so many wretched souls , And see no hope for them ? Will not the universal Spirit e'er Revivify this withered limb of Heaven ? The Fairy calmly smiled In comfort , and a ...
... vast suns roll on Interminably , still illuming The night of so many wretched souls , And see no hope for them ? Will not the universal Spirit e'er Revivify this withered limb of Heaven ? The Fairy calmly smiled In comfort , and a ...
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... vast , or beautifully wild , Which from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life and place in the ...
... vast , or beautifully wild , Which from sensation's relics , fancy culls ; The spirits of the air , the shuddering ghost , The genii of the elements , the powers That give a shape to nature's varied works , Had life and place in the ...
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. These slaves built temples for the omnipotent fiend , Gorgeous and vast : the costly altars smoked With human blood , and hideous pæans rung Through all the long - drawn aisles . A murderer heard His voice in Egypt ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. These slaves built temples for the omnipotent fiend , Gorgeous and vast : the costly altars smoked With human blood , and hideous pæans rung Through all the long - drawn aisles . A murderer heard His voice in Egypt ...
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ALASTOR art thou ASIA azure beams beasts beautiful beneath blood bosom breath bright burning burst calm Castle Goring caves child clouds cold coursers curse Cythna Dæmon dark death deep DEMOGORGON doth dream earth evil eyes fair fear feel fire flame fled floating flowers frame gaze heard heart heaven hope human Ianthe Jupiter Laon light lips living lone looks mankind mighty mind mingling misery moon morning mountains night o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion pause peace poem poet PROMETHEUS Prometheus Unbound Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley Shelley's shone silence slavery slaves sleep smiles soul sound spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves whilst wild wind wings youth
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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.