The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 1Edward Moxon, 1840 |
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... the trembling judge , Who , clothed in venal power , vainly strove To bind the impassive spirit ; -when he falls , His mild eye beams benevolence no more : [ frost Withered the hand outstretched but to relieve ; 6 QUEEN MAB .
... the trembling judge , Who , clothed in venal power , vainly strove To bind the impassive spirit ; -when he falls , His mild eye beams benevolence no more : [ frost Withered the hand outstretched but to relieve ; 6 QUEEN MAB .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. [ frost Withered the hand outstretched but to relieve ; Sunk ... hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man of virtuous soul commands not , nor obeys . Power , like a desolating ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. [ frost Withered the hand outstretched but to relieve ; Sunk ... hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man of virtuous soul commands not , nor obeys . Power , like a desolating ...
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... hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease . The one is man that shall hereafter be ; The other , man as vice has made him now . War is the statesman's game , the priest's delight , The lawyer's ...
... hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease . The one is man that shall hereafter be ; The other , man as vice has made him now . War is the statesman's game , the priest's delight , The lawyer's ...
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... hand Scatter their withering curses , and unfold The doors of premature and violent death , To pining famine and full - fed disease , To all that shares the lot of human life , [ chain Which poisoned body and soul , scarce drags the ...
... hand Scatter their withering curses , and unfold The doors of premature and violent death , To pining famine and full - fed disease , To all that shares the lot of human life , [ chain Which poisoned body and soul , scarce drags the ...
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... hand the sceptre of the world . All things are sold : the very light of heaven Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That lurk in the abysses of the deep , All objects of our life , even ...
... hand the sceptre of the world . All things are sold : the very light of heaven Is venal ; earth's unsparing gifts of love , The smallest and most despicable things That lurk in the abysses of the deep , All objects of our life , even ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom breast breath bright burning calm cave caverns Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled flowers gentle grave green grew grey hair hear heard heart heaven hope human Iona Italy Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living looks LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant ULYSSES veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Página 249 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Página 325 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 259 - 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?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
Página 203 - ... 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!
Página 291 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Página 308 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 259 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 249 - 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, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Página 290 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird...
Página 289 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow...