The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 6. sējumsVirtue, 1905 |
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... Administration ΙΟΙ The Birth of Pleasure · 103 Ode to the West . Wind 104 Fragment : " Wake the Serpent Not " • 109 Song to the Men of England . • IIO To Mary Shelley Similes for Two Political Characters of 1819 vi Contents.
... Administration ΙΟΙ The Birth of Pleasure · 103 Ode to the West . Wind 104 Fragment : " Wake the Serpent Not " • 109 Song to the Men of England . • IIO To Mary Shelley Similes for Two Political Characters of 1819 vi Contents.
70. lappuse
... pleasure dies , We two will love , till in our eyes This heart's Hell seem Paradise . V. Come , be happy ! -lie thee down On the fresh grass newly mown , Where the Grasshopper doth sing Merrily -one joyous thing In a world of sorrowing ...
... pleasure dies , We two will love , till in our eyes This heart's Hell seem Paradise . V. Come , be happy ! -lie thee down On the fresh grass newly mown , Where the Grasshopper doth sing Merrily -one joyous thing In a world of sorrowing ...
72. lappuse
... Pleasure dreams of thee , Life - deserting Misery , Thou mayst dream of her with me . XII . Let us laugh , and make our mirth , At the shadows of the earth , As dogs bay the moonlight clouds , Which , like spectres wrapt in shrouds ...
... Pleasure dreams of thee , Life - deserting Misery , Thou mayst dream of her with me . XII . Let us laugh , and make our mirth , At the shadows of the earth , As dogs bay the moonlight clouds , Which , like spectres wrapt in shrouds ...
75. lappuse
... these surround- Smiling they live , and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . IV . Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child , And 75 Stanzas.
... these surround- Smiling they live , and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . IV . Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child , And 75 Stanzas.
103. lappuse
... Pleasure T the creation of the Earth Pleasure , that divinest birth , From the soil of Heaven did rise , Wrapt in sweet wild melodies - Like an exhalation wreathing To the sound of air low - breathing Through Æolian pines , which make A ...
... Pleasure T the creation of the Earth Pleasure , that divinest birth , From the soil of Heaven did rise , Wrapt in sweet wild melodies - Like an exhalation wreathing To the sound of air low - breathing Through Æolian pines , which make A ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine awaken azure beauty beneath blast blithe spirit blue bosom bowers breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fleeting river flowers Fragment gentle gleams golden grass grave green hail hate heart heaven hopes hopes and fears Italy kiss leaves Lerici light living Love's Philosophy Mary Shelley melody mighty moon morning mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean odour Ozymandias pain pale Pisa Poems Written rain rocks round ruin sail Sensitive Plant Serchio shadow Shelley shore silent slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder tomb tower tremble tyrant vapours Via Reggio voice wandering waters waves weep Whilst wild William Shelley wind wings
Populāri fragmenti
217. lappuse - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: 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,...
209. lappuse - 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.
105. lappuse - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean,...
212. lappuse - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, 'By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, 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, 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.
136. lappuse - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
219. lappuse - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
210. lappuse - 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. 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.
211. lappuse - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
73. lappuse - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
104. lappuse - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast...