The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... Tears bitterer than the bloody sweat of Christ . I rarely kill the body , which preserves , Like a strong prison , the soul within my power , Wherein I feed it with the breath of fear For hourly pain . Cam . Hell's most abandoned fiend ...
... Tears bitterer than the bloody sweat of Christ . I rarely kill the body , which preserves , Like a strong prison , the soul within my power , Wherein I feed it with the breath of fear For hourly pain . Cam . Hell's most abandoned fiend ...
Pàgina 9
... tears , To soften him ; and , when this could not be , I have knelt down through the long sleepless nights , And lifted up to God , the Father of all , Passionate prayers : and when these were not heard , I have still borne until I meet ...
... tears , To soften him ; and , when this could not be , I have knelt down through the long sleepless nights , And lifted up to God , the Father of all , Passionate prayers : and when these were not heard , I have still borne until I meet ...
Pàgina 25
... tears Of such affection and unbroken faith As temper life's worst bitterness ; when he , As he is wont , came to upbraid and curse . Mocking our poverty , and telling us Such was God's scourge for disobedient sons . And then THE CENCI . 25.
... tears Of such affection and unbroken faith As temper life's worst bitterness ; when he , As he is wont , came to upbraid and curse . Mocking our poverty , and telling us Such was God's scourge for disobedient sons . And then THE CENCI . 25.
Pàgina 27
... tears ! -fair sister , thou in whom Men wondered how such loveliness and wisdom Did not destroy each other ! -is there made Ravage of thee ? O heart , I ask no more Justification ! Shall I wait , Orsino , Till he return , and stab him ...
... tears ! -fair sister , thou in whom Men wondered how such loveliness and wisdom Did not destroy each other ! -is there made Ravage of thee ? O heart , I ask no more Justification ! Shall I wait , Orsino , Till he return , and stab him ...
Pàgina 46
... tears ! I thought the heart was frozen Which is their fountain . I would pledge my soul That she is guiltless . Judge . Yet she must be tortured . Cam . I would as soon have tortured mine own nephew ( If he now lived he would be just ...
... tears ! I thought the heart was frozen Which is their fountain . I would pledge my soul That she is guiltless . Judge . Yet she must be tortured . Cam . I would as soon have tortured mine own nephew ( If he now lived he would be just ...
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Pàgina 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
Pàgina 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Pàgina 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Pàgina 356 - 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.
Pàgina 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pàgina 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Pàgina 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Pàgina 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Pàgina 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Pàgina 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.