Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 páginas |
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... hope that it will not be a blow which spends itself , and leaves the wretch at but lasting , long revenge ! I am convinced , too , that it is of great disservice to society that it encourages prejudices which strike at the root of the ...
... hope that it will not be a blow which spends itself , and leaves the wretch at but lasting , long revenge ! I am convinced , too , that it is of great disservice to society that it encourages prejudices which strike at the root of the ...
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... hope that any reader who might be able to meet the arguments , would do so . The pamphlet was advertised for sale , and copies were sent to university dignitaries and other prominent personages . It was anonymous , but rumor ascribed ...
... hope that any reader who might be able to meet the arguments , would do so . The pamphlet was advertised for sale , and copies were sent to university dignitaries and other prominent personages . It was anonymous , but rumor ascribed ...
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... hope from the moment of the attack . You will be kind enough to tell all my friends , so that I need not write to them . It is a great exertion to me to write this , and it seems to me as if , hunted by calamity as I have been , that I ...
... hope from the moment of the attack . You will be kind enough to tell all my friends , so that I need not write to them . It is a great exertion to me to write this , and it seems to me as if , hunted by calamity as I have been , that I ...
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... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night 35 To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er ...
... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night 35 To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er ...
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... hope which it awakened stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At night the passion came , 215 220 Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream , And ALASTOR .
... hope which it awakened stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At night the passion came , 215 220 Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream , And ALASTOR .
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Adonais Æneid aërial Æschylus Alastor ASIA azure beauty beneath breath bright calm caverns caves clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine Dowden Dowden's dream earth echoes edition Epipsychidion eternal evil eyes fear feel fire fled flowers Forman gaze gentle Gisborne Godwin Greek Harriet heart heaven Hogg hope hour human ideal Jupiter Keats Leigh Hunt light living Lycidas Mary Shelley mighty mind moon mountains mourns for Adonais nature never night o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passage Plato poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's sister sleep smiles soft song soul sound spirit stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne Trelawny truth veil voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings words writes ΙΟ
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Página 178 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 173 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion. This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the Genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains.
Página 175 - 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.
Página 154 - 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...
Página 264 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear ; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Página 41 - 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...
Página 154 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Página 159 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Página 173 - 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.
Página 175 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...