The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 頁 |
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... , The enthusiast hears at evening : " Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings B The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of QUEEN MAB TO HARRIET ** QUEEN.
... , The enthusiast hears at evening : " Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ; " Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Of that strange lyre whose strings B The genii of the breezes sweep : Those lines of QUEEN MAB TO HARRIET ** QUEEN.
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... strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is ...
... strange is human pride ! I tell thee that those living things , To whom the fragile blade of grass , That springeth in the morn And perisheth ere noon , Is an unbounded world ; I tell thee that those viewless beings , Whose mansion is ...
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... strange That this poor wretch should pride him in his woe ? Take pleasure in his abjectness , and hug The scorpion that consumes him ? Is it strange That , placed on a conspicuous throne of thorns , Grasping an iron sceptre , and ...
... strange That this poor wretch should pride him in his woe ? Take pleasure in his abjectness , and hug The scorpion that consumes him ? Is it strange That , placed on a conspicuous throne of thorns , Grasping an iron sceptre , and ...
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... strange and woe - worn wight Arose beside the battlement , And stood unmoving there . His inessential figure cast no shade Upon the golden floor ; His port and mien bore mark of many years , And chronicles of untold ancientness Were ...
... strange and woe - worn wight Arose beside the battlement , And stood unmoving there . His inessential figure cast no shade Upon the golden floor ; His port and mien bore mark of many years , And chronicles of untold ancientness Were ...
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... strange tales in the whirlwind's ear . Low through the lone cathedral's roofless aisles The melancholy winds a death - dirge sung : It were a sight of awfulness to see The works of faith and slavery , so vast , So sumptuous , yet so ...
... strange tales in the whirlwind's ear . Low through the lone cathedral's roofless aisles The melancholy winds a death - dirge sung : It were a sight of awfulness to see The works of faith and slavery , so vast , So sumptuous , yet so ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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第 260 頁 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
第 259 頁 - 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, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
第 299 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?
第 292 頁 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
第 259 頁 - 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...
第 289 頁 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
第 260 頁 - 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...
第 291 頁 - 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!
第 260 頁 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
第 259 頁 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...