The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 第 4 卷,第 1 篇

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Riverside Press, 1892
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第 91 頁 - To the Moon Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
第 40 頁 - A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound.
第 68 頁 - Like day she came, Making the night a dream. And, ere she ceased "To move, as one between desire and shame Suspended, I said : ' If, as it doth seem, Thou comest from the realm without a name " ' Into this valley of perpetual dream, Show whence I came, and where I am, and why — Pass not away upon the passing stream.
第 251 頁 - In their fierce flight towards the wilderness, Their breath will sweep thee into dust, and drag Thy body to a grave in the abyss. A cloud thickens the night. Hark ! how the tempest crashes through the forest ! The owls fly out in strange affright ; The columns of the evergreen palaces Are split and shattered ; The roots creak, and stretch, and groan ; And ruinously overthrown, The trunks are crushed and shattered By the fierce blast's unconquerable stress. Over each other crack and crash they all...
第 58 頁 - Yet, ere I can say where, the chariot hath Passed over them — nor other trace I find But as of foam after the ocean's wrath Is spent upon the desert shore.
第 60 頁 - And who are those chained to the car?' — The wise, 'The great, the unforgotten,- — they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought — their lore 'Taught them not this, to know themselves ; their might Could not repress the mystery within, And for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night 'Caught them ere evening.
第 55 頁 - Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair, — So came a chariot on the silent storm Of its own rushing splendour, and a Shape So sate within, as one whom years deform, Beneath a dusky hood and double cape, Crouching within the shadow of a tomb ; And o'er what seemed the head a cloud-like crape Was bent, a dun and faint ethereal gloom Tempering the light.
第 72 頁 - Grew dense with shadows to its inmost covers, The earth was grey with phantoms, and the air Was peopled with dim forms, as when there hovers 'A flock of vampire-bats before the glare Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening, Strange night upon some Indian isle...
第 114 頁 - When he had wrought the lovely instrument, He tried the chords, and made division meet, Preluding with the plectrum, and there went Up from beneath his hand a tumult sweet Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent A strain of unpremeditated wit Joyous and wild and wanton — such you may Hear among revellers on a holiday.
第 53 頁 - Methought I sate beside a public way Thick strewn with summer dust, and a great stream Of people there was hurrying to and fro, Numerous as gnats upon the evening gleam, All hastening onward, yet none seemed to know Whither he went, or whence he came, or why He made one of the multitude...

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