The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 páginas |
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... voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn or move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! It ceased , and from the mute and moveless ...
... voice of love , Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn or move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! It ceased , and from the mute and moveless ...
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... voice of hoarse despair Peals through the echoing vaults , but soothing notes Of ivy - fingered winds and gladsome birds And merriment are resonant around . 470 475 480 485 490 495 The fanes of Fear and Falsehood hear no more 500 The voice ...
... voice of hoarse despair Peals through the echoing vaults , but soothing notes Of ivy - fingered winds and gladsome birds And merriment are resonant around . 470 475 480 485 490 495 The fanes of Fear and Falsehood hear no more 500 The voice ...
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... voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . --- There was a Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverence reared , But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his ...
... voice of living beings , and woven hymns Of night and day , and the deep heart of man . --- There was a Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverence reared , But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his ...
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... voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - coloured woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and ...
... voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - coloured woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and ...
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... voice Alone inspired its echoes ; -even that voice Which hither came , floating among the winds , And led the loveliest among human forms To make their wild haunts the depository 590 Of all the grace and beauty that endued Its motions ...
... voice Alone inspired its echoes ; -even that voice Which hither came , floating among the winds , And led the loveliest among human forms To make their wild haunts the depository 590 Of all the grace and beauty that endued Its motions ...
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Página 571 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Página 593 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 593 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath...
Página 572 - Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Página 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Página 594 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 572 - 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! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Página 572 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Página 568 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.