The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley. With a memoir, Volumen3Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... And all killing insects and gnawing worms , And things of obscene and unlovely forms , She bore in a basket of Indian woof , Into the rough woods far aloof , In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full THE SENSITIVE PLANT .
... And all killing insects and gnawing worms , And things of obscene and unlovely forms , She bore in a basket of Indian woof , Into the rough woods far aloof , In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full THE SENSITIVE PLANT .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full , The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects , whose intent , Although they did ill , was innocent . But the bee ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. In a basket , of grasses and wild flowers full , The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects , whose intent , Although they did ill , was innocent . But the bee ...
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... wild eyes , her bright hand , and her head , Like a meteor of light o'er the waters ! her child Is yet smiling , and playing , and murmuring : so smiled The false deep ere the storm . Like a sister and brother The child and the ocean ...
... wild eyes , her bright hand , and her head , Like a meteor of light o'er the waters ! her child Is yet smiling , and playing , and murmuring : so smiled The false deep ere the storm . Like a sister and brother The child and the ocean ...
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... wild . The vine , the corn , the olive mild , Grew , savage yet , to human use unreconciled ; And like unfolded flowers beneath the sea , Like the man's thought dark in the infant's brain , Like aught that is which wraps what is to be ...
... wild . The vine , the corn , the olive mild , Grew , savage yet , to human use unreconciled ; And like unfolded flowers beneath the sea , Like the man's thought dark in the infant's brain , Like aught that is which wraps what is to be ...
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... dead Till , like a standard from a watch - tower's staff , His soul may stream over the tyrant's head ! Thy victory shall be his epitaph , Wild Bacchanal of truth's mysterious wine . King - deluded ODE TO LIBERTY . 43.
... dead Till , like a standard from a watch - tower's staff , His soul may stream over the tyrant's head ! Thy victory shall be his epitaph , Wild Bacchanal of truth's mysterious wine . King - deluded ODE TO LIBERTY . 43.
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers folded palm gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss laugh leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch
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Página 295 - 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 203 - 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...
Página 165 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Página 147 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Página 162 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Página 26 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 25 - 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 148 - 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.
Página 24 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 166 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.