The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... turned to deadliest agony , old age Shivers in selfish beauty's loathing arms , And youth's corrupted impulses prepare A life of horror from the blighting bane Of commerce : whilst the pestilence that springs From unenjoying sensualism ...
... turned to deadliest agony , old age Shivers in selfish beauty's loathing arms , And youth's corrupted impulses prepare A life of horror from the blighting bane Of commerce : whilst the pestilence that springs From unenjoying sensualism ...
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... turned but from the massacre Of unoffending infidels , to quench Their thirst for ruin in the very blood That flowed in their own veins , and pitiless zeal Froze every human feeling , as the wife Sheathed in her husband's heart the ...
... turned but from the massacre Of unoffending infidels , to quench Their thirst for ruin in the very blood That flowed in their own veins , and pitiless zeal Froze every human feeling , as the wife Sheathed in her husband's heart the ...
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... turned on man a fiercer savage - man . Man , and the animals whom he has infected with his society or depraved by his dominion , are alone diseased . The wild hog , the mouflon , the bison , and the wolf , are perfectly exempt from ...
... turned on man a fiercer savage - man . Man , and the animals whom he has infected with his society or depraved by his dominion , are alone diseased . The wild hog , the mouflon , the bison , and the wolf , are perfectly exempt from ...
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... turned poison into food , he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct ; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind , that beings , capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies ...
... turned poison into food , he will hate the brutal pleasures of the chase by instinct ; it will be a contemplation full of horror and disappointment to his mind , that beings , capable of the gentlest and most admirable sympathies ...
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... turned , And saw by the warm light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips ...
... turned , And saw by the warm light of their own life Her glowing limbs beneath the sinuous veil Of woven wind ; her outspread arms now bare , Her dark locks floating in the breath of night , Her beamy bending eyes , her parted lips ...
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熱門章節
第 260 頁 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
第 249 頁 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
第 259 頁 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
第 260 頁 - 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 260 頁 - 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.
第 203 頁 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
第 259 頁 - 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.
第 299 頁 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
第 177 頁 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
第 289 頁 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.