The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 4. sējums

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Houghton Mifflin, 1892

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I had a friend who loved Shelley, and how I mocked her for it. Until I grew older, and fell in love with his excess. Lasīt pilnu pārskatu

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Complete works of Shelley. This is a valuable work, and worthy of reading. Lasīt pilnu pārskatu

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40. lappuse - A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound.
356. lappuse - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
60. lappuse - Am weary." — Then like one who with the weight Of his own words is staggered, wearily He paused; and ere he. could resume, I cried : " First, who art thou? " — " Before thy memory, "I feared, loved, hated, suffered, did and died, And if the spark with which Heaven lit my spirit Had been with purer nutriment supplied, " Corruption would not now thus much inherit Of what was once Rousseau, — nor this disguise Stain that which ought to have disdained to wear it; " If I have been extinguisht, yet...
346. lappuse - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is Hell ; myself am Hell ; And in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
248. lappuse - The limits of the sphere of dream, The bounds of true and false, are past. Lead us on, thou wandering gleam, Lead us onward, far and fast, To the wide, the desert waste. But see, how swift advance and shift, Trees behind trees, row by row, — How, clift by clift, rocks bend and lift Their frowning foreheads as we go. The giant-snouted crags, ho ! ho ! How they snort, and how they blow...
256. lappuse - Would that I were Up yonder in the glow and whirling smoke Where the blind million rush impetuously To meet the evil ones ; there might I solve Many a riddle that torments me ! MEFHISTOPSELES.
52. lappuse - Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air; And, in succession due, did continent, Isle, ocean, and all things that in them wear The form and character of mortal mould, Rise as the sun their father rose, to bear Their portion of the toil, which he of old Took as his own and then imposed on them...
58. lappuse - Yet, ere I can say where, the chariot hath Passed over them — nor other trace I find But as of foam after the ocean's wrath Is spent upon the desert shore.
72. lappuse - Grew dense with shadows to its inmost covers, The earth was grey with phantoms, and the air Was peopled with dim forms, as when there hovers 'A flock of vampire-bats before the glare Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening, Strange night upon some Indian isle...
55. lappuse - And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might, Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear The ghost of its dead mother, whose dim form Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair, — So came a chariot...

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