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vice
and secret one what hast thou done
to compare in thy tumid pride with me | img2poems |
even as the leaves
which the keen frost-wind of the waning year
has scattered on the forest soil | img2poems |
nam iam saepe homines patriam carosquo parentes
prodiderunt vitare acherusia templa petentes
lucretius | img2poems |
no atom of this turbulence fulfils
a vague and unnecessitated task
or acts but as it must and ought to act | img2poems |
(a graduated scale on which should be marked the capabilities of
propositions to approach to the test of the senses would be a just
barometer of the belief which ought to be attached to them | img2poems |
every proof may be referred to one of these three divisions: it is to be
considered what arguments we receive from each of them which should
convince us of the existence of a deity | img2poems |
hist
cap
de deo | img2poems |
'a black demon let loose from hell upon ahasuerus goads him now from
country to country he is denied the consolation which death affords
and precluded from the rest of the peaceful grave | img2poems |
alla drakontas agrious kaleite kai pardaleis kai leontas autoi de
miaiphoneite eis omoteta katalipontes ekeinois ouden ekeinois men gar o
phonos trophe umin de opson estin | img2poems |
notes
love's rose the title is rossetti's
_ not through esdaile manuscript they this | img2poems |
oh
what is the gain of restless care
and what is ambitious treasure | img2poems |
oh
did you observe the black canon pass
and did you observe his frown | img2poems |
he goeth to say the midnight mass
in holy st
edmond's town | img2poems |
notes
_ its]it
_ what]query which | img2poems |
how sweetly does the moonbeam's glance
with silver tint st
irvyne's glade | img2poems |
oh haste hark
hark
they're gone | img2poems |
[published by hogg life of shelley dated
- the poem with title as above is included in the esdaile
manuscript book | img2poems |
notes
_ grieve esdaile manuscript feel
_ to those on earth that live esdaile manuscripts omitted | img2poems |
once early in the morning beelzebub arose
with care his sweet person adorning
he put on his sunday clothes | img2poems |
as 'hush
hark
come they yet | img2poems |
will i stand up before god's golden throne
and cry 'o lord to thee did i betray
an atheist but for me she would have known | img2poems |
the word revived suits well with clod but what is a revived clog
finally the first two lines of the following stanza seem decisive
in favour of roseetti's word | img2poems |
black-winged demon forms etc
the bodleian manuscript exhibits the requisite hyphen here and in
golden-pinioned | img2poems |
mine shook beneath the wide emotion
for emotion the bodleian manuscript has commotion perhaps the
fitter word here | img2poems |
where her own standard etc
so mrs
shelley poetical works both editions | img2poems |
and prince athanase lines
when the curved moon then lingering in the west
paused in yon waves her mighty horns to wet etc | img2poems |
rossetti and dowden following mrs
shelley print
writhed here | img2poems |
our bark hung there as on a line suspended etc
here on a line is rossetti's cj
for one line | img2poems |
and blighting hope etc
the word blighting here noted as unsuitable by rossetti is cancelled
in the bodleian manuscript | img2poems |
she saw between the chestnuts far beneath etc
the reading of editions is a palpable
misprint | img2poems |
and sea-buds burst under the waves serene
for under edition has beneath which however is cancelled for
under in the bodleian manuscript | img2poems |
a sound from there etc
rossetti's cj
there for thee is adopted by all modern editors | img2poems |
and down my cheeks the quick tears fell etc
the word fell is rossetti's cj
for ran | img2poems |
lines - sunk must be taken as a transitive in this
passage the grammar of which is defended by mr
swinburne | img2poems |
line salutations past salutations passed
our text
follows woodberry | img2poems |
the 'three-dots' point which appears several times in these pages is
taken from the hunt manuscript and serves to mark a pause longer than
that of a full stop | img2poems |
dash for colon
this
prepared | img2poems |
gleamed in the night
i wandered etc
forman proposes to delete the period at night | img2poems |
but treads with lulling footstep etc
forman prints killing a misreading of b
editions read silent | img2poems |
the eastern star looks white etc
b
reads wan for white | img2poems |
like footsteps of weak melody etc
b
reads far for weak | img2poems |
but who rains down etc
the editio princeps has reigns a reading which forman bravely
but unsuccessfully attempts to defend | img2poems |
where lovers catch ye by your loose tresses
b
has sliding for loose | img2poems |
the following list of punctual variations indicates the places where our
pointing departs from that of the standard text of and records in
each instance the pointing of that edition | img2poems |
in the posthumous poems of the line appears: oh
that h and
were there etc | img2poems |
pain shelley meant to strike out the words between
known and to fill up the gap in such a way that
i would be the last word of the line beginning may well be known | img2poems |
lines
these appear to be antedated by a year as they evidently allude
to the death of harriet shelley in november | img2poems |
ode to liberty lines on the suggestion of his brother mr
alfred
forman the editor of the library edition of shelley's poems mr | img2poems |
lines - line : struck out of the text of poetical works
but restored in the nd edition of that year
see note above | img2poems |
the exterminable spirit it contains etc
exterminable seems to be used here in the sense of 'illimitable' (n
e | img2poems |
shelley who failed doubtless through an oversight to restore it in
the second edition
see notes and above | img2poems |
to mary who died in this opinion
from a letter addressed by shelley to
miss hitchener dated november | img2poems |
: london : c
and j
ollier vere street bond street | img2poems |
(large octavo printed in double columns
the dedication is dated th
november | img2poems |
the poetical works : of : percy bysshe shelley : edited by : harry
buxton forman : in four volumes : volume london : reeves and
turner strand | img2poems |
the : poetical works : of : percy bysshe shelley : edited by : edward
dowden : london : macmillan and co limited : new york: the macmillan
company | img2poems |
unfathomable sea
whose waves are years
unrisen splendour of the brightest sun | img2poems |
vessels of heavenly medicine
may the breeze
victorious wrong with vulture scream | img2poems |
it is the voice of pan you hear
crying his sorceries shrill and clear
in the twilight dim and cool | img2poems |
this ugly old crone
every beauty she had
when a maid when a maid | img2poems |
art thou asleep
or have thy wings
wearied of my unchanging skies | img2poems |
or haply was it i who out of dream
stole but a little where shadows course
called back to thee across the eternal stream | img2poems |
i saw old idleness fat with great cheeks
puffed to the huge circumference of a sigh
but past all tinge of apples long ago | img2poems |
his boyish fingers twiddled up and down
the filthy remnant of a cup of physic
that thicked in odour all the while he stayed | img2poems |
then like a wind that hushes gazed and saw
down down far down upon the untroubled green
a shepherd-boy that swung a little sling | img2poems |
goliath shut his lids to drive that mote
which vexed the eastern azure of his eye
out of his vision and stared down again | img2poems |
yet stood the youth there ruddy in the flare
of his vast shield nor spake nor quailed gazed up
as one might scan a mountain to be scaled | img2poems |
then as it were a voice unearthly still
cried in the cavern of his bristling ear
his name is death | img2poems |
and fleet-foot fear from rolling orbs perceived
steadfast unharmed a stooping shepherd-boy
frowning upon the target of his face | img2poems |
he breathed and lost in dazzling darkness prayed
besought his reins his gloating gods his youth
and turned to smite what he no more could see | img2poems |
i could not view his fatness for his soul
which peeped like harmless lightnings and was gone
as haps to voyagers of the summer air | img2poems |
lord
sighed his aspect weeping o'er the jest
what simple mouse brought such a mountain forth | img2poems |
beauty she sighs o'er and she sighs o'er gold
gold will buy all things even a sweet husband
else only heaven is left and farewell youth | img2poems |
surely if some young flowers of spring were put
into the tender hollow of her heart
'twould faintly answer trembling in their petals | img2poems |
he moves small fingers much and all his speech
is like a sampler of precisest words
set in the pattern of a simpleton | img2poems |
and when amid startled birds she sings lament
mocking in hope the long voice of the stream
it seems her heart's lute hath a broken string | img2poems |
better be out of sight of peering eyes
out out of hearing of all-useless words
spoken of tedious tongues in heedless ears | img2poems |
and lest at last the world should learn heart-secrets
lest that sweet wolf from some dim thicket steal
better the glassy horror of the stream | img2poems |
darkness gave birth to the all-trembling stars
and a far roar of long-drawn cataracts
flooding immeasurable night with sound | img2poems |
the roar of london is the roar of ire
the lion utters in his old desire
for libya out of dim captivity | img2poems |
and the deep wonder of her starry eyes
seemingly lost in cloudless paradise
and all earth's sorrow out of memory gone | img2poems |
no breast wherein
to chase away
that watchful shape | img2poems |
vain vain to say
haunt not with night
the day | img2poems |
a blotted page
from that clear little book life's taken away
how could i read it dear so dark the day | img2poems |
over and over again
martha would tell us her stories
in the hazel glen | img2poems |
like a dream you dream in the night
fairies and gnomes stole out
in the leaf-green light | img2poems |
but when the sweet moon comes
showering her silver down
they droop where they have blown | img2poems |
no voice is audible
the wind
sleeps in its peace | img2poems |
of stars that strangely stir
smitten to fire by the sandals of him
who walks with her | img2poems |
the fire-flames crooned a tiny song
no cold wind moved the wintry tree
beside their mother's knee | img2poems |
and from her leafy night-hung nook
upon this stranger soft did look
the nightingale: sighed he | img2poems |
thus then these two small birds perched there
breathed a strange riddle both did share
yet neither could expound | img2poems |
and we who sing but as we can
in the small knowledge of a man
have we an answer found | img2poems |
so stand i here my woes entreating
in this dark alley lest the moon
point with her sparkling my barbed armoury | img2poems |
step very softly sweet quiet-foot
stumble not whisper not smile not
by this dark ivy stoop cheek and brow | img2poems |
think
in time's smallest clock's minutest beat
might there not rest be found for wandering feet | img2poems |
no no
nor earth nor air nor fire nor deep
could lull poor mortal longingness asleep | img2poems |
thus have they told me
and i come
as flies the wounded wild-bird home | img2poems |
silence
still faint on the porch
brake the flames of the stars | img2poems |
she will not die they say
she will but put her beauty by
and hie away | img2poems |
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