The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2. sējumsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 52.
7. lappuse
... here ; Then through the intricate wild wood A maze of life and light and motion Is woven . But there is stillness now Gloom , and the trance of Nature now . - The snake is in his cave asleep ; The birds 99-131 ] 7 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
... here ; Then through the intricate wild wood A maze of life and light and motion Is woven . But there is stillness now Gloom , and the trance of Nature now . - The snake is in his cave asleep ; The birds 99-131 ] 7 ROSALIND AND HELEN.
12. lappuse
... natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers , or of fairyland , When the light from the wood - fire's dying brand Flashed on their faces , if they heard Or thought they heard upon the stair His footstep , the ...
... natural lightness gay , Or if they listened to some tale Of travellers , or of fairyland , When the light from the wood - fire's dying brand Flashed on their faces , if they heard Or thought they heard upon the stair His footstep , the ...
14. lappuse
... natural life was dispossessed , Its strange sustainer there had been . When flowers were dead , and grass was green Upon my mother's grave -- that mother Whom to outlive , and cheer , and make My wan eyes glitter for her sake , Was my ...
... natural life was dispossessed , Its strange sustainer there had been . When flowers were dead , and grass was green Upon my mother's grave -- that mother Whom to outlive , and cheer , and make My wan eyes glitter for her sake , Was my ...
28. lappuse
... Nature to my heart , and thought to make A paradise of earth for one sweet sake . " I love , but I believe in love no more . I feel desire , but hope not . Oh , from sleep Most vainly must my weary brain implore Its long lost flattery ...
... Nature to my heart , and thought to make A paradise of earth for one sweet sake . " I love , but I believe in love no more . I feel desire , but hope not . Oh , from sleep Most vainly must my weary brain implore Its long lost flattery ...
35. lappuse
... natures to its own repose Did the earth's breathless sleep attune ; Like flowers , which on each other close Their languid leaves when daylight ' s gone , We lay , till new emotions came , Which seemed to make each mortal frame One soul ...
... natures to its own repose Did the earth's breathless sleep attune ; Like flowers , which on each other close Their languid leaves when daylight ' s gone , We lay , till new emotions came , Which seemed to make each mortal frame One soul ...
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154. lappuse - The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man Equal; unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself ; just, gentle, wise...
58. lappuse - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
421. lappuse - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
135. lappuse - Lamp of Earth ! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing...
302. lappuse - And though 111 tongues shall wound me, and our common name Be as a mark stamped on thine innocent brow For men to point at as they pass, do thou Forbear, and never think a thought unkind Of those, who perhaps love thee in their graves.
81. lappuse - I curse thee ! let a sufferer's curse Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse ; Till thine Infinity shall be A robe of envenomed agony ; And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain...
64. lappuse - This Poem was chiefly written upon the mountainous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the flowery glades, and thickets of odoriferous blossoming trees, which are extended in ever winding labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy arches suspended in the air.
93. lappuse - One came forth of gentle worth Smiling on the sanguine earth ; His words outlived him, like swift poison Withering up truth, peace, and pity. Look! where round the wide horizon Many a million-peopled city Vomits smoke in the bright air. Mark that outcry of despair! 'Tis his mild and gentle ghost Wailing for the faith he kindled: Look again, the flames almost To a glow-worm's lamp have dwindled: The survivors round the embers Gather in dread.
134. lappuse - Make the cold air fire ; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light ! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them; As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.
307. lappuse - I met Murder on the way — He had a mask like Castlereagh — Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.