The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1901 - 651 lappuses |
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... ocean's wave 52 " T is softer than the west wind's sigh ; ' Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep ; Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall ...
... ocean's wave 52 " T is softer than the west wind's sigh ; ' Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings The genii of the breezes sweep ; Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall ...
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... Ocean , in the rocky bounds That circle thy domain ! 110 Let not a breath be seen to stir Around yon grass - grown ruin's height ! Let even the restless gossamer Sleep on the moveless air ! Soul of Lanthe thou , 120 Judged alone worthy ...
... Ocean , in the rocky bounds That circle thy domain ! 110 Let not a breath be seen to stir Around yon grass - grown ruin's height ! Let even the restless gossamer Sleep on the moveless air ! Soul of Lanthe thou , 120 Judged alone worthy ...
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... Ocean lay . The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it that the chariot's way 230 Lay through the ...
... Ocean lay . The mirror of its stillness showed The pale and waning stars , The chariot's fiery track , And the gray light of morn Tinging those fleecy clouds That canopied the dawn . Seemed it that the chariot's way 230 Lay through the ...
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... ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , Thou must have marked the lines Of purple gold that motionless Hung o'er the sinking sphere ; Thou must have marked ...
... ocean's echoing shore , And thou hast lingered there , Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave , Thou must have marked the lines Of purple gold that motionless Hung o'er the sinking sphere ; Thou must have marked ...
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... ocean - fords- Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems unlinked contingency and chance- No atom of this turbulence fulfils A vague and unnecessitated task Or acts but as it ...
... ocean - fords- Whilst , to the eye of shipwrecked mariner , Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems unlinked contingency and chance- No atom of this turbulence fulfils A vague and unnecessitated task Or acts but as it ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley Ierobežota priekšskatīšana - 1935 |
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Populāri fragmenti
367. lappuse - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
381. lappuse - 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 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 glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
368. lappuse - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean...
314. lappuse - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
381. lappuse - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
380. lappuse - 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.
316. lappuse - Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled ! — Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
381. lappuse - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun.
311. lappuse - Alas that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal ! Woe is me ! Whence are we, and why are we ? of what scene The actors or spectators ? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. XXII. He will awake no more, oh never more ! 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
380. 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.