The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various Additional Pieces from Ms. and Other Sources, 第 2 卷E. Moxon, 1870 |
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... Wind 207 An Exhortation 2094 The Indian Serenade 209 4 Lines written for Miss Sophia Stacey 210 Shelley's Note 211 Note by Mrs. Shelley 211 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820- Love's Philosophy Ode to Liberty Arethusa CONTENTS . vii.
... Wind 207 An Exhortation 2094 The Indian Serenade 209 4 Lines written for Miss Sophia Stacey 210 Shelley's Note 211 Note by Mrs. Shelley 211 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1820- Love's Philosophy Ode to Liberty Arethusa CONTENTS . vii.
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... wind 343 71. Methought I was a billow in the crowd ( 1821 ) 343 72. Love , Hope , Desire , and Fear 343 73. Prologue ... wind is singing 79. What art thou , presumptuous , who profanest 80. When soft winds and sunny skies 81. The babe is ...
... wind 343 71. Methought I was a billow in the crowd ( 1821 ) 343 72. Love , Hope , Desire , and Fear 343 73. Prologue ... wind is singing 79. What art thou , presumptuous , who profanest 80. When soft winds and sunny skies 81. The babe is ...
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... wind , and hail ; It swept over the mountains like An ocean , and I heard it strike The woods and crags of Grasmere Vale . XIII . And I saw the black storm come Nearer , minute after minute ; Its thunder made the cataracts dumb ; With ...
... wind , and hail ; It swept over the mountains like An ocean , and I heard it strike The woods and crags of Grasmere Vale . XIII . And I saw the black storm come Nearer , minute after minute ; Its thunder made the cataracts dumb ; With ...
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... wind : - XXXII . For he now raved enormous folly , Of baptisms , Sunday - schools , and graves . ' Twould make George Colman melancholy To have heard him , like a male Molly , Chanting those stupid staves . XXXIII . Yet the Reviews ...
... wind : - XXXII . For he now raved enormous folly , Of baptisms , Sunday - schools , and graves . ' Twould make George Colman melancholy To have heard him , like a male Molly , Chanting those stupid staves . XXXIII . Yet the Reviews ...
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... in the dying day , Unravelled on the blast from a white mountain ; Or like a meteor , or a war - steed's mane , Or waterfall from a dizzy precipice Scattered upon the wind . First Boar . Or a cow's tail , - Second EDIPUS TYRANNUS . 45.
... in the dying day , Unravelled on the blast from a white mountain ; Or like a meteor , or a war - steed's mane , Or waterfall from a dizzy precipice Scattered upon the wind . First Boar . Or a cow's tail , - Second EDIPUS TYRANNUS . 45.
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第 207 頁 - 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...
第 295 頁 - 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.
第 210 頁 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber- window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
第 237 頁 - 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.
第 183 頁 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
第 105 頁 - Oh, not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
第 237 頁 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
第 104 頁 - 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...
第 138 頁 - Oh, cease! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
第 240 頁 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.