The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volume 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 pages |
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... sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here where now we meet . It stirs Too much of suffocating sorrow ! In the dell of yon dark chesnut wood Is a stone seat , a ...
... sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here where now we meet . It stirs Too much of suffocating sorrow ! In the dell of yon dark chesnut wood Is a stone seat , a ...
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... voice of Helen , sad and sweet , And the sound of her heart that ever beat , As with sighs and words she breathed on her , Unbind the knots of her friend's despair , Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... voice of Helen , sad and sweet , And the sound of her heart that ever beat , As with sighs and words she breathed on her , Unbind the knots of her friend's despair , Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... on subtile wings , Floated and mingled far away , ' Mid the warm winds of the sunny day . And when the evening star came forth Above the curve of the new bent moon , And light and sound ebbed from the earth , Like 34 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... on subtile wings , Floated and mingled far away , ' Mid the warm winds of the sunny day . And when the evening star came forth Above the curve of the new bent moon , And light and sound ebbed from the earth , Like 34 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. And light and sound ebbed from the earth , Like the tide of the full and weary sea To the depths of its tranquillity , Our natures to its own repose Did the earth's breathless sleep attune : Like flowers , which on ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. And light and sound ebbed from the earth , Like the tide of the full and weary sea To the depths of its tranquillity , Our natures to its own repose Did the earth's breathless sleep attune : Like flowers , which on ...
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... sound of my own voice made My faint lips tremble , in some mood Of worldless thought Lionel stood So pale , that even beside his cheek The snowy column from its shade Caught whiteness : yet his countenance , Raised upward , burned with ...
... sound of my own voice made My faint lips tremble , in some mood Of worldless thought Lionel stood So pale , that even beside his cheek The snowy column from its shade Caught whiteness : yet his countenance , Raised upward , burned with ...
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Page 70 - 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.
Page 35 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden thy shadow fell on me — I shrieked, and clasped my hands in...
Page 69 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Page 48 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Page 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Page 73 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
Page 128 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
Page 27 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Page 63 - I sighed for thee. 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!
Page 46 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...