With Shelley in Italy: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 |
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennines arch Arch of Constantine Arch of Titus azure Bagni di Lucca Bay of Lerici Beatrice beauty beneath Bernardo blue breath bright caverns Cenci clouds cold columns dark dead death deep delight desolation didst divine dome dream earth eternal Euganean Hills faded fire fleeting river Florence flowers forests gentle golden grave green heart heaven hill hope isle Italy John Keats leaves Leghorn Leigh Hunt Letter light lips living Lord Byron loveliness Maddalo marble moon mortal mountains Naples never night o'er ocean Palace pale Panthea Pisa poem Pompeii Prometheus Prometheus Unbound rain Ravenna rocks Rome round ruins sails shadow Shelley Shelley's shore singing sleep smile soft song soul spirit star sublime sweet tears tempest temple thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower Uffizi Gallery veil voice waves weep wert wild wind wings woods
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Page 176 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Page 74 - 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 245 - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 150 - 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; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 171 - 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.
Page 241 - 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...
Page 226 - 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?
Page 172 - 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...
Page 242 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind. Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Page 118 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...