The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 603 psl. |
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... Of thunder , to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which ...
... Of thunder , to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which ...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Including Various ..., 1 tomas Percy Bysshe Shelley Visos knygos peržiūra - 1870 |
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Ahasuerus Anarchs ANTISTROPHE art thou beams beasts Beatr Beatrice beautiful beneath blood bosom breath bright burning calm cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dare dark dead death deep DEMOGORGON despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle Giac golden grave grew grey hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light lips living lone looks Lucr mighty moon morning mortal mountains night nurslings o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA peace Peter Bell round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes silent slavery slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne tremble tremulous truth twas tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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