The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose: Now First Together with Many Pieces Not Before PublishedReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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... smiles Making my true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah ! No , forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forbode , -but what can they forbode Worse ...
... smiles Making my true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah ! No , forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forbode , -but what can they forbode Worse ...
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... smile . CENCI . ( filling a bowl of wine , and lifting it up ) Oh , thou bright wine whose purple splendour leaps And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl Under the lamp - light , as my spirits do , To hear the death of my accursed sons ...
... smile . CENCI . ( filling a bowl of wine , and lifting it up ) Oh , thou bright wine whose purple splendour leaps And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl Under the lamp - light , as my spirits do , To hear the death of my accursed sons ...
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... smiles on me , Even as he did after the feast last night . Enter a Servant . Almighty God , how merciful thou art ! ' Tis but Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? SERVANT . My master bids me say , the Holy Father Has sent back your ...
... smiles on me , Even as he did after the feast last night . Enter a Servant . Almighty God , how merciful thou art ! ' Tis but Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? SERVANT . My master bids me say , the Holy Father Has sent back your ...
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... smile . ( wildly ) Oh ! He has trampled me Under his feet , and made the blood stream down My pallid cheeks . And he has given us all Ditch water , and the fever - stricken flesh Of buffaloes , and bade us eat or starve , And we have ...
... smile . ( wildly ) Oh ! He has trampled me Under his feet , and made the blood stream down My pallid cheeks . And he has given us all Ditch water , and the fever - stricken flesh Of buffaloes , and bade us eat or starve , And we have ...
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... smiles beyond it ! There is no escape ... Her bright form kneels beside me at the altar , And follows me to the resort of men , And fills my slumber with tumultuous dreams , So when I wake my blood seems liquid fire ; And if I strike my ...
... smiles beyond it ! There is no escape ... Her bright form kneels beside me at the altar , And follows me to the resort of men , And fills my slumber with tumultuous dreams , So when I wake my blood seems liquid fire ; And if I strike my ...
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Página 296 - 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 301 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Página 297 - 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...
Página 293 - 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 297 - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, 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...
Página 302 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Página 298 - 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. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 296 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 302 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.