The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, 3 tomasReeves and Turner, 1880 |
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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felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which ...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felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone , Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which ...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 Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First ..., 3 tomas Percy Bysshe Shelley Visos knygos peržiūra - 1880 |
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Adonais AHASUERUS ARCHY Athanase beautiful beneath blood breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke clouds cold collected editions comma Dæmon dark dead death Devil doubt dream earth edition of 1839 editions known eyes fear flowers folded palm fragment Garnett gentle Gisborne green grew grief heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith Hunt's Julian and Maddalo KING lady later editions leaves Leigh Hunt letter light living looked Lord MAHMUD mighty mind moon mountains night o'er Ollier pale passage Peter Bell Pisa poet Posthumous Poems previous editions printed Queen Mab Rossetti says scorn seems SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Memorials Shelley's editions SHELLEY'S NOTE sleep smile song soul spirit splendour stanza stars strange stream substituted sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought tion transcript wake waves weep wind wings word Wordsworth written
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11 psl. - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : ' With me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity...
30 psl. - Here pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall.
26 psl. - tis Death is dead, not he ; Mourn not for Adonais. Thou young Dawn, Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone...
23 psl. - He answered not, but with a sudden hand Made bare his branded and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's oh! that it should be so!
28 psl. - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. 'Thou art become as one of us...
15 psl. - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
154 psl. - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear...
159 psl. - 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.
14 psl. - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower- by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew.
21 psl. - Flashed through those limbs, so late her dear delight. "Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless, As silent lightning leaves the starless night ! Leave me not!