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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... , And pledge with thee the mighty Devil in Hell , Who , if a father's curses , as men say , Climb with swift wings after their children's souls , 85 And drag them from the very throne of Heaven , 32 [ ACT I. THE CENCI .
... , And pledge with thee the mighty Devil in Hell , Who , if a father's curses , as men say , Climb with swift wings after their children's souls , 85 And drag them from the very throne of Heaven , 32 [ ACT I. THE CENCI .
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... wings Hung mute and moveless o'er yon hushed abyss , As thunder , louder than your own , made rock The orbed world ! If then my words had power , 1 Although there is no authority for erasing the word the , I have not the slightest doubt ...
... wings Hung mute and moveless o'er yon hushed abyss , As thunder , louder than your own , made rock The orbed world ! If then my words had power , 1 Although there is no authority for erasing the word the , I have not the slightest doubt ...
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... wings are folded o'er mine ears : My wings are crossèd o'er mine eyes : Yet thro ' their silver shade appears , And thro ' their lulling plumes arise , A Shape , a throng of sounds ; May it be no ill to thee . O thou of many wounds ...
... wings are folded o'er mine ears : My wings are crossèd o'er mine eyes : Yet thro ' their silver shade appears , And thro ' their lulling plumes arise , A Shape , a throng of sounds ; May it be no ill to thee . O thou of many wounds ...
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... wings that climb the wind , Whom the frowning God represses Like vapours steaming up behind , Clanging loud , an endless crowd- PANTHEA . These are Jove's tempest - walking hounds , Whom he gluts with groans and blood , When charioted ...
... wings that climb the wind , Whom the frowning God represses Like vapours steaming up behind , Clanging loud , an endless crowd- PANTHEA . These are Jove's tempest - walking hounds , Whom he gluts with groans and blood , When charioted ...
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... wings , And hollow underneath , like death . FIRST FURY . Prometheus ! SECOND FURY . Immortal Titan ! THIRD FURY . Champion of Heaven's slaves ! 435 440 PROMETHEUS . He whom some dreadful voice invokes is here 168 [ ACT I. PROMETHEUS ...
... wings , And hollow underneath , like death . FIRST FURY . Prometheus ! SECOND FURY . Immortal Titan ! THIRD FURY . Champion of Heaven's slaves ! 435 440 PROMETHEUS . He whom some dreadful voice invokes is here 168 [ ACT I. PROMETHEUS ...
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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.