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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... WIND 289 290 AN ODE [ WRITTEN , OCTOBER , 1819 , BEFORE THE SPANIARDS HAD RECOVERED THEIR LIBERTY ] . THE CLOUD To A SKYLARK ODE TO LIBERTY CANCELLED PASSAGE OF THE ODE TO LIBERTY EDIPUS TYRANNUS ; OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . A TRAGEDY ...
... WIND 289 290 AN ODE [ WRITTEN , OCTOBER , 1819 , BEFORE THE SPANIARDS HAD RECOVERED THEIR LIBERTY ] . THE CLOUD To A SKYLARK ODE TO LIBERTY CANCELLED PASSAGE OF THE ODE TO LIBERTY EDIPUS TYRANNUS ; OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . A TRAGEDY ...
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... winds with short turns down the precipice ; Which has , from unimaginable years , 245 Sustained itself with terror and with toil Over a gulph , and with the agony 250 With which it clings seems slowly coming down ; Even as a wretched ...
... winds with short turns down the precipice ; Which has , from unimaginable years , 245 Sustained itself with terror and with toil Over a gulph , and with the agony 250 With which it clings seems slowly coming down ; Even as a wretched ...
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... wind , and on whose edge Devouring darkness hovers ! Thou small flame , Which , as a dying pulse rises and falls , Still flickerest up and down , how very soon , Did I not feed thee , wouldst thou fail and be As thou hadst never been ...
... wind , and on whose edge Devouring darkness hovers ! Thou small flame , Which , as a dying pulse rises and falls , Still flickerest up and down , how very soon , Did I not feed thee , wouldst thou fail and be As thou hadst never been ...
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... we should act ? Then wind and thunder , Which seemed to howl his knell , is the loud laughter With which Heaven mocks our weakness ! I henceforth Will ne'er repent of aught designed or done . But 72 [ ACT III . THE CENCI .
... we should act ? Then wind and thunder , Which seemed to howl his knell , is the loud laughter With which Heaven mocks our weakness ! I henceforth Will ne'er repent of aught designed or done . But 72 [ ACT III . THE CENCI .
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... open , swinging to the wind , That enters whistling as in scorn . Come , follow ! And be your steps like mine , light , quick and bold . ( Exeunt . ) 40 35 85 30 SCENE III . AN APARTMENT IN THE CASTLE . ENTER SCENE II . ] 87 THE CENCI .
... open , swinging to the wind , That enters whistling as in scorn . Come , follow ! And be your steps like mine , light , quick and bold . ( Exeunt . ) 40 35 85 30 SCENE III . AN APARTMENT IN THE CASTLE . ENTER SCENE II . ] 87 THE CENCI .
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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.