The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1855 |
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... shadow of its own greatness . In other respects I have written more carelessly ; that is , without an over- fastidious and learned choice of words . In this respect , I entirely agree with those modern critics who assert , that in order ...
... shadow of its own greatness . In other respects I have written more carelessly ; that is , without an over- fastidious and learned choice of words . In this respect , I entirely agree with those modern critics who assert , that in order ...
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... shadow of his own . I pray you now excuse me . I have business That will not bear delay . [ Exit CAMILLO . GIACOMO . But you , Orsino , Have the petition ; wherefore not present it ! ORSINO . I have presented it , and backed it with My ...
... shadow of his own . I pray you now excuse me . I have business That will not bear delay . [ Exit CAMILLO . GIACOMO . But you , Orsino , Have the petition ; wherefore not present it ! ORSINO . I have presented it , and backed it with My ...
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... shadow . Yet much longer Will I not nurse this life of feverous hours : From the unravelled hopes of Giacomo I must work out my own dear purposes . I see as from a tower , the end of all : Her father dead ; her brother bound to me By a ...
... shadow . Yet much longer Will I not nurse this life of feverous hours : From the unravelled hopes of Giacomo I must work out my own dear purposes . I see as from a tower , the end of all : Her father dead ; her brother bound to me By a ...
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... shadow In the dread lightning which avenges it ; Brief , rapid , irreversible , destroying The consequence of what it cannot cure . Some such thing is to be endured or done : When I know what , I shall be still and calm , And never any ...
... shadow In the dread lightning which avenges it ; Brief , rapid , irreversible , destroying The consequence of what it cannot cure . Some such thing is to be endured or done : When I know what , I shall be still and calm , And never any ...
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... shadow after shadow , Darkening each other ? ORSINO . Should the offender live ? Triumph in his misdeed ? and make , by use , His crime , whate'er it is , dreadful no doubt , Thine element ; until thou mayest become Utterly lost ...
... shadow after shadow , Darkening each other ? ORSINO . Should the offender live ? Triumph in his misdeed ? and make , by use , His crime , whate'er it is , dreadful no doubt , Thine element ; until thou mayest become Utterly lost ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou BEATRICE beneath BERNARDO blood BOAR Boeotia breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace crime curse dæmon dare dark dead dear death deed deep despair Devil dream earth Exeunt eyes father fear flowers folding star gentle GIACOMO grave Greece grew grief hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope human innocent Iona Italy knew lady light lips live look Lord LUCRETIA Maddalo MAHMUD MAMMON MARZIO mighty mind Minotaur moon mother mountains never night nursling o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale parricide Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Rosalind SAVELLA SCENE scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley slave sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought torture truth twas tyrant voice waves weep Whilst wild wind words wretched
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Página 486 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Página 252 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Página 485 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 485 - And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while' far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves : Oh hear ! IT.
Página 196 - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free, Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime ; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or heaven can give.
Página 403 - THE sun is warm, the sky is clear. The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 196 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Página 158 - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal Who, through birth's orient portal, And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight • In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Página 376 - Lido through the harbour piles, The likeness of a clump of peaked isles — And then, as if the earth and sea had been Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering, as from waves of flame, Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent. "Ere it fade," Said my companion, " I will show you soon A better station.
Página 301 - Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !