The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 4. sējumsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 30.
43. lappuse
... passing wind which heals the brow at noon , And may strike cold into the breast at night , Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most , Or long soothe could it linger . You also loved ? INDIAN But you said LADY Loved ! Oh , I love ...
... passing wind which heals the brow at noon , And may strike cold into the breast at night , Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most , Or long soothe could it linger . You also loved ? INDIAN But you said LADY Loved ! Oh , I love ...
55. lappuse
... eyes could pierce the sphere Of all that is , has been or will be done ; So ill was the car guided but it passed With solemn speed majestically on . - 84 its her , Rossetti . The crowd gave way , and I arose aghast , 83-106 ] 55 FRAGMENTS.
... eyes could pierce the sphere Of all that is , has been or will be done ; So ill was the car guided but it passed With solemn speed majestically on . - 84 its her , Rossetti . The crowd gave way , and I arose aghast , 83-106 ] 55 FRAGMENTS.
58. lappuse
... Passed over them nor other trace I find But as of foam after the ocean's wrath Is spent upon the desert shore . Behind , Old men and women foully disarrayed Shake their gray hairs in the insulting wind And follow in the dance , with ...
... Passed over them nor other trace I find But as of foam after the ocean's wrath Is spent upon the desert shore . Behind , Old men and women foully disarrayed Shake their gray hairs in the insulting wind And follow in the dance , with ...
62. lappuse
... passed away . But mark how chained to the triumphal chair The mighty phantoms of an elder day ; " All that is mortal of great Plato there Expiates the joy and woe his Master knew not ; The star that ruled his doom was far too fair ...
... passed away . But mark how chained to the triumphal chair The mighty phantoms of an elder day ; " All that is mortal of great Plato there Expiates the joy and woe his Master knew not ; The star that ruled his doom was far too fair ...
68. lappuse
... passing stream . ' " Arise and quench thy thirst , ' was her reply . And , as a shut lily stricken by the wand Of dewy morning's vital alchemy , " I rose ; and , bending at her sweet command , Touched with faint lips the cup she raised ...
... passing stream . ' " Arise and quench thy thirst , ' was her reply . And , as a shut lily stricken by the wand Of dewy morning's vital alchemy , " I rose ; and , bending at her sweet command , Touched with faint lips the cup she raised ...
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art thou Baubo beneath blast Boscombe bosom breast breath bright brow cave cavern CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN dark dated dead death deep delight DEMON divine dost Dowden dread earth Esdaile eyes fate FAUST fear fierce fire flame fled flowers Fragment Gisborne gleam Hark hast hear heart Heaven hell Hermes Hogg HOMER'S HYMN immortal Irvyne Jove JUSTINA king light limbs live Lord Medwin MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er omit Onchestus pale Phoebus Pisa poem Published by Garnett Published by Rossetti Pylos Queen Mab rocks round Satyr scene SEMICHORUS shadows Shelley Shelley's SILENUS sing sleep soft song Sonnet soul spirit stanzas storm Raved strange sweet swell tears tempest TEXT thee thine things thou thought throne transcript Twas ULYSSES Victorio voice wandering Wandering Jew waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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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...