The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 603 páginas |
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... never gained a taste for the ordinary sports and amusements of boyhood ; and on this account became subject to a good deal of rough usage at school , which may have tended to wake up the spirit of opposition for which he was afterwards ...
... never gained a taste for the ordinary sports and amusements of boyhood ; and on this account became subject to a good deal of rough usage at school , which may have tended to wake up the spirit of opposition for which he was afterwards ...
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... never seen the boy ( born after his desertion of the mother ) , and had never manifested any parental affection for either till he made this claim . He had an illegitimate son by Mary Godwin ; he had written a poem wholly against ...
... never seen the boy ( born after his desertion of the mother ) , and had never manifested any parental affection for either till he made this claim . He had an illegitimate son by Mary Godwin ; he had written a poem wholly against ...
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... never happened . Such a life offers much ground for reflection and regret ; but we cannot think that Shelley lived wholly in vain when we remember that to him his nation owes the glorious dramatic poem of " Prometheus , " and lyrics un ...
... never happened . Such a life offers much ground for reflection and regret ; but we cannot think that Shelley lived wholly in vain when we remember that to him his nation owes the glorious dramatic poem of " Prometheus , " and lyrics un ...
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... never pass away . Nature rejects the monarch , not the man ; The subject not the citizen : for kings And subjects , mutual foes , for ever play A losing game into each other's hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man Of ...
... never pass away . Nature rejects the monarch , not the man ; The subject not the citizen : for kings And subjects , mutual foes , for ever play A losing game into each other's hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man Of ...
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... Never but bravely bearing on , thy will , Is destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood , and uproot The germs of misery from the human heart . Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe The thorny pillow of unhappy ...
... Never but bravely bearing on , thy will , Is destined an eternal war to wage With tyranny and falsehood , and uproot The germs of misery from the human heart . Thine is the hand whose piety would soothe The thorny pillow of unhappy ...
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Ahasuerus Anarchs ANTISTROPHE art thou beams beasts Beatr Beatrice beautiful beneath blood bosom breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dare dark dead death deep DEMOGORGON despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle Giac golden grave grew grey hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips living lone looks Lucr mighty moon morning mortal mountains night nurslings o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA peace Peter Bell round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne tremble tremulous truth twas tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Página 453 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ; there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height — The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 503 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 333 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 454 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams 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!
Página 552 - Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 454 - 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!
Página 504 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Página 256 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Página 327 - Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst As it has ever done, with change and motion, From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos; in its...
Página 323 - Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft...