The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2. sējumsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 43.
7. lappuse
... once knelt beneath The overhanging deity . O'er this fair fountain hung the sky , Now spangled with rare stars . The snake , The pale snake , that with eager breath Creeps here his noontide thirst to slake , Is beaming with many a ...
... once knelt beneath The overhanging deity . O'er this fair fountain hung the sky , Now spangled with rare stars . The snake , The pale snake , that with eager breath Creeps here his noontide thirst to slake , Is beaming with many a ...
12. lappuse
... once haunted by dreams of flame , My days were dim in the shadow cast By the memory of the same ! Day and night , day and night , He was my breath and life and light , For three short years , which soon were passed . On the fourth , my ...
... once haunted by dreams of flame , My days were dim in the shadow cast By the memory of the same ! Day and night , day and night , He was my breath and life and light , For three short years , which soon were passed . On the fourth , my ...
13. lappuse
... once dear to one another , I and that corpse ! Thou art our child ! " Then with a laugh both long and wild The youth upon the pavement fell . They found him dead ! All looked on me , The spasms of my despair to see ; But I was calm . I ...
... once dear to one another , I and that corpse ! Thou art our child ! " Then with a laugh both long and wild The youth upon the pavement fell . They found him dead ! All looked on me , The spasms of my despair to see ; But I was calm . I ...
14. lappuse
... once gave life to my despair When she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath ...
... once gave life to my despair When she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath ...
15. lappuse
... once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love and smiles ; ere I knew yet That these for it might , as for me , Be the ...
... once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love and smiles ; ere I knew yet That these for it might , as for me , Be the ...
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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.