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Hutchinson, 1914) +collection_source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914) diff --git a/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.yml b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0145de7 --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil +slug: lift-not-the-painted-veil +author: Percy Bysshe Shelley +author_slug: percy-bysshe-shelley +title: Lift not the painted veil +century: 19 +text_path: poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Wikisource +source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Sonnet:_%27Lift_not_the_painted_veil%27 +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1824 (pre-1929); text via English Wikisource.' +collection_title: The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. 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Hutchinson, 1914) +collection_source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914) diff --git a/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.yml b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e34fa46 --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty +slug: ode-to-liberty +author: Percy Bysshe Shelley +author_slug: percy-bysshe-shelley +title: Ode to Liberty +century: 19 +text_path: poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Wikisource +source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Ode_to_Liberty +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1820 (pre-1929); text via English Wikisource.' +collection_title: The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914) +collection_source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914) diff --git a/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.yml b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6185c9a --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned +slug: one-word-is-too-often-profaned +author: Percy Bysshe Shelley +author_slug: percy-bysshe-shelley +title: One Word Is Too Often Profaned +century: 19 +text_path: poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Wikisource +source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/To_%E2%80%94%E2%80%94%E2%80%94._%27One_word_is_too_often_profaned%27 +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1824 (pre-1929); text via English Wikisource.' +collection_title: The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914) +collection_source_url: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914) diff --git a/meta/william-blake/ah-sunflower.yml b/meta/william-blake/ah-sunflower.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..580d268 --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/william-blake/ah-sunflower.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: william-blake/ah-sunflower +slug: ah-sunflower +author: William Blake +author_slug: william-blake +title: Ah, Sunflower +century: 18 +text_path: poems/william-blake/ah-sunflower.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Project Gutenberg +source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1934/pg1934.txt +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1794 (pre-1929); text via Project Gutenberg eBook #1934.' +collection_title: Songs of Innocence and of Experience +collection_source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1934 diff --git a/meta/william-blake/night.yml b/meta/william-blake/night.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ffe35d --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/william-blake/night.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: william-blake/night +slug: night +author: William Blake +author_slug: william-blake +title: Night +century: 18 +text_path: poems/william-blake/night.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Project Gutenberg +source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1934/pg1934.txt +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1789 (pre-1929); text via Project Gutenberg eBook #1934.' +collection_title: Songs of Innocence and of Experience +collection_source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1934 diff --git a/meta/william-blake/the-echoing-green.yml b/meta/william-blake/the-echoing-green.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97de69c --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/william-blake/the-echoing-green.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: william-blake/the-echoing-green +slug: the-echoing-green +author: William Blake +author_slug: william-blake +title: The Echoing Green +century: 18 +text_path: poems/william-blake/the-echoing-green.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Project Gutenberg +source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1934/pg1934.txt +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1789 (pre-1929); text via Project Gutenberg eBook #1934.' +collection_title: Songs of Innocence and of Experience +collection_source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1934 diff --git a/meta/william-blake/the-fly.yml b/meta/william-blake/the-fly.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dab7ff8 --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/william-blake/the-fly.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: william-blake/the-fly +slug: the-fly +author: William Blake +author_slug: william-blake +title: The Fly +century: 18 +text_path: poems/william-blake/the-fly.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Project Gutenberg +source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1934/pg1934.txt +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1794 (pre-1929); text via Project Gutenberg eBook #1934.' +collection_title: Songs of Innocence and of Experience +collection_source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1934 diff --git a/meta/william-blake/the-shepherd.yml b/meta/william-blake/the-shepherd.yml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..20d37cc --- /dev/null +++ b/meta/william-blake/the-shepherd.yml @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +id: william-blake/the-shepherd +slug: the-shepherd +author: William Blake +author_slug: william-blake +title: The Shepherd +century: 18 +text_path: poems/william-blake/the-shepherd.txt +text_in_repo: true +source_label: Project Gutenberg +source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1934/pg1934.txt +public_domain_rationale: 'Public domain in the United States: first published 1789 (pre-1929); text via Project Gutenberg eBook #1934.' +collection_title: Songs of Innocence and of Experience +collection_source_url: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1934 diff --git a/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/england-in-1819.txt b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/england-in-1819.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..89fd02d --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/england-in-1819.txt @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,— +Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow +Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring,— +Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, +But leech-like to their fainting country cling, +Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,— +A people starved and stabbed in the unfilled field,— +An army, which liberticide and prey +Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield,— +Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; +Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed; +A Senate,—Time's worst statute unrepealed,— +Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may +Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day. diff --git a/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.txt b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..374752b --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lift-not-the-painted-veil.txt @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +Lift not the painted veil which those who live +Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, +And it but mimic all we would believe +With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear +And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave +Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. +I knew one who had lifted it—he sought, +For his lost heart was tender, things to love, +But found them not, alas! nor was there aught +The world contains, the which he could approve. +Through the unheeding many he did move, +A splendour among shadows, a bright blot +Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove +For truth, and like the Preacher found it not. diff --git a/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lines-written-among-the-euganean-hills.txt b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lines-written-among-the-euganean-hills.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0f76c59 --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/lines-written-among-the-euganean-hills.txt @@ -0,0 +1,382 @@ +Many a green isle needs must be +In the deep wide sea of Misery, +Or the mariner, worn and wan, +Never thus could voyage on — +Day and night, and night and day, +Drifting on his dreary way, +With the solid darkness black +Closing round his vessel's track: +Whilst above the sunless sky, +Big with clouds, hangs heavily, +And behind the tempest fleet +Hurries on with lightning feet. +Riving sail, and cord, and plank, +Till the ship has almost drank +Death from the o'er-brimming deep; +And sinks down, down, like that sleep +When the dreamer seems to be +Weltering through eternity; +And the dim low line before +Of a dark and distant shore +Still recedes, as ever still +Longing with divided will, +But no power to seek or shun, +He is ever drifted on +O'er the unreposing wave +To the haven of the grave. +What, if there no friends will greet; +What, if there no heart will meet +His with love's impatient beat; +Wander wheresoe'er he may, +Can he dream before that day +To find refuge from distress +In friendship's smile, in love's caress? +Then 'twill wreak him little woe +Whether such there be or no: +Senseless is the breast, and cold. +Which relenting love would fold +Bloodless are the veins and chill +Which the pulse of pain did fill; +Every little living nerve +That from bitter words did swerve +Round the tortured lips and brow, +Are like sapless leaflets now +Frozen upon December's bough. +On the beach of a northern sea +Which tempests shake eternally, +As once the wretch there lay to sleep, +Lies a solitary heap, +One white skull and seven dry bones, +On the margin of the stones, +Where a few gray rushes stand, +Boundaries of the sea and land: +Nor is heard one voice of wail +But the sea-mews, as they sail +O'er the billows of the gale; +Or the whirlwind up and down +Howling, like a slaughtered town, +When a king in glory rides +Through the pomp of fratricides: +Those unburied bones around +There is many a mournful sound; +There is no lament for him, +Like a sunless vapour, dim, +Who once clothed with life and thought +What now moves nor murmurs not. + +Ay, many flowering islands lie +In the waters of wide Agony: +To such a one this morn was led, +My bark by soft winds piloted: +'Mid the mountains Euganean +I stood listening to the paean +With which the legioned rooks did hail +The sun's uprise majestical; +Gathering round with wings all hoar, +Through the dewy mist they soar +Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven +Bursts, and then, as clouds of even, +Flecked with fire and azure, lie +In the unfathomable sky, +So their plumes of purple grain, +Starred with drops of golden rain, +Gleam above the sunlight woods. +As in silent multitudes +On the morning's fitful gale +Through the broken mist they sail, +And the vapours cloven and gleaming +Follow, down the dark steep streaming, +Till all is bright, and clear, and still. +Round the solitary hill. + +Beneath is spread like a green sea +The waveless plain of Lombardy, +Bounded by the vaporous air, +Islanded by cities fair; +Underneath Day's azure eyes +Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, +A peopled labyrinth of walls, +Amphitrite's destined halls, +Which her hoary sire now paves +With his blue and beaming waves. +Lo! the sun upsprings behind, +Broad, red, radiant, half-reclined +On the level quivering line +Of the waters crystalline: +And before that chasm of light, +As within a furnace bright, +Column, tower, and dome, and spire, +Shine like obelisks of fire, +Pointing with inconstant motion +From the altar of dark ocean +To the sapphire- tinted skies; +As the flames of sacrifice +From the marble shrines did rise, +As to pierce the dome of gold +Where Apollo spoke of old. + +Sun-girt City, thou hast been +Ocean's child, and then his queen; +Now is come a darker day, +And thou soon must be his prey, +If the power that raised thee here +Hallow so thy watery bier. +A less drear ruin then than now, +With thy conquest-branded brow +Stooping to the slave of slaves +From thy throne, among the waves +Wilt thou be, when the sea-mew +Flies, as once before it flew, +O'er thine isles depopulate, +And all is in its ancient state, +Save where many a palace gate +With green sea-flowers overgrown +Like a rock of Ocean's own, +Topples o'er the abandoned sea +As the tides change sullenly. +The fisher on his watery way, +Wandering at the close of day, +Will spread his sail and seize his car +Till he pass the gloomy shore, +Lest thy dead should, from their sleep +Bursting o'er the starlight deep, +Lead a rapid masque of death +O'er the waters of his path. +Those who alone thy towers behold +Quivering through aëreal gold, +As I now behold them here, +Would imagine not they were +Sepulchres, where human forms, +Like pollution-nourished worms, +To the corpse of greatness cling, +Murdered, and now mouldering: +But if Freedom should awake +In her omnipotence, and shake +From the Celtic Anarch's hold +All the keys of dungeons cold, +Where a hundred cities lie +Chained like thee, ingloriously, +Thou and all thy sister band +Might adorn this sunny land, +Twining memories of old time +With new virtues more sublime; +If not, perish thou and they!— +Clouds which stain truth's rising day +By her sun consumed away— +Earth can spare ye: while like flowers, +In the waste of years and hours, +From your dust new nations spring +With more kindly blossoming. + +Perish—let there only be +Floating o'er thy hearthless sea +As the garment of thy sky +Clothes the world immortally. +One remembrance, more sublime +Than the tattered pall of time, +Which scarce hides thy visage wan;— +That a tempest-cleaving Swan +Of the songs of Albion. +Driven from his ancestral streams +By the might of evil dreams, +Found a nest in thee; and Ocean +Welcomed him with such emotion +That its joy grew his, and sprung +From his lips like music flung +O'er a mighty thunder-fit, +Chastening terror:—what though yet +Poesy's unfailing River, +Which through Albion winds forever +Lashing with melodious wave +Many a sacred Poet's grave, +Mourn its latest nursling fled? +What though thou with all thy dead +Scarce can for this fame repay +Aught thine own? oh, rather say +Though thy sins and slaveries foul +Overcloud a sunlike soul? +As the ghost of Homer clings +Round Scamander's wasting springs; +As divinest Shakespeare's might +Fills Avon and the world with light +Like omniscient power which he +Imaged 'mid mortality; +As the love from Petrarch's urn. +Yet amid yon hills doth burn. +A quenchless lamp by which the heart +Sees things unearthly;—so thou art, +Mighty spirit—so shall be +The City that did refuge thee. + +Lo, the sun floats up the sky +Like thought-winged Liberty. +Till the universal light +Seems to level plain and height; +From the sea a mist has spread, +And the beams of morn lie dead +On the towers of Venice now, +Like its glory long ago. +By the skirts of that gray cloud +Many-domed Padua proud +Stands, a peopled solitude, +'Mid the harvest-shining plain. +Where the peasant heaps his grain +In the garner of his foe, +And the milk-white oxen slow +With the purple vintage strain, +Heaped upon the creaking wain, +That the brutal Celt may swill +Drunken sleep with savage will; +And the sickle to the sword +Lies unchanged, though many a lord, +Like a weed whose shade is poison, +Overgrows this region's foison, +Sheaves of whom are ripe to come +To destruction's harvest-home: +Men must reap the things they sow, +Force from force must ever flow, +Or worse; but 'tis a bitter woe +That love or reason cannot change +The despot's rage, the slave's revenge. +Padua, thou within whose walls +Those mute guests at festivals, +Son and Mother, Death and Sin, +Played at dice for Ezzelin, +Till Death cried, "I win, I win!" +And Sin cursed to lose the wager, +But Death promised, to assuage her, +That he would petition for +Her to be made Vice-Emperor, +When the destined years were o'er, +Over all between the Po +And the eastern Alpine snow, +Under the mighty Austrian. +Sin smiled so as Sin only can, +And since that time, ay, long before, +Both have ruled from shore to shore,— +That incestuous pair, who follow +Tyrants as the sun the swallow, +As Repentance follows Crime, +And as changes follow Time. + +In thine halls the lamp of learning, +Padua, now no more is burning; +Like a meteor, whose wild way +Is lost over the grave of day, +It gleams betrayed and to betray: +Once remotest nations came +To adore that sacred flame, +When it lit not many a hearth +On this cold and gloomy earth: +Now new fires from antique light +Spring beneath the wide world's might; +But their spark lies dead in thee, +Trampled out by Tyranny. +As the Norway woodman quells, +In the depth of piny dells, +One light flame among the brakes, +While the boundless forest shakes, +And its mighty trunks are torn +By the fire thus lowly born: +The spark beneath his feet is dead, +He starts to see the flames it fed +Howling through the darkened sky +With a myriad tongues victoriously, +And sinks down in fear: so thou, +O Tyranny, beholdest now +Light around thee, and thou hearest +The loud flames ascend, and fearest: +Grovel on the earth; ay, hide +In the dust thy purple pride! + +Noon descends around me now: +'Tis the noon of autumn's glow, +When a soft and purple mist +Like a vaporous amethyst, +Or an air-dissolved star +Mingling light and fragrance, far +From the curved, horizon's bound +To the point of Heaven's profound, +Fills the overflowing sky; +And the plains that silent lie +Underneath, the leaves unsodden +Where the infant Frost has trodden +With his morning- winged feet, +Whose bright print is gleaming yet; +And the red and golden vines, +Piercing with their trellised lines +The rough, dark-skirted wilderness; +The dun and bladed grass no less, +Pointing from this hoary tower +In the windless air: the flower +Glimmering at my feet; the line +Of the olive-sandalled Apennine +In the south dimly islanded; +And the Alps, whose snows are spread +High between the clouds and sun; +And of living things each one; +And my spirit which so long +Darkened this swift stream of song,— +Interpenetrated lie +By the glory of the sky: +Be it love, light, harmony, +Odour, or the soul of all +Which from Heaven like dew doth fall, +Or the mind which feeds this verse +Peopling the lone universe. + +Noon descends, and after noon +Autumn's evening meets me soon, +Leading the infantine moon. +And that one star, which to her +Almost seems to minister +Half the crimson light she brings +From the sunset's radiant springs: +And the soft dreams of the morn +(Which like winged winds had borne +To that silent isle, which lies +Mid remembered agonies, +The frail bark of this lone being) +Pass, to other sufferers fleeing, +And its ancient pilot, Pain, +Sits beside the helm again. + +Other flowering isles must be +In the sea of Life and Agony: +Other spirits float and flee +O'er that gulf: even now, perhaps, +On some rock the wild wave wraps, +With folded wings they waiting sit +For my bark, to pilot it +To some calm and blooming cove, +Where for me, and those I love, +May a windless bower be built, +Far from passion, pain, and guilt, +In a dell mid lawny hills, +Which the wild sea-murmur fills, +And soft sunshine, and the sound +Of old forests echoing round. +And the light and smell divine +Of all flowers that breathe and shine: +We may live so happy there, +That the Spirits of the Air, +Envying us, may even entice +To our healing Paradise +The polluting multitude; +But their rage would be subdued +By that clime divine and calm, +And the winds whose wings rain balm +On the uplifted soul, and leaves +Under which the bright sea heaves; +While each breathless interval +In their whisperings musical +The inspired soul supplies +With its own deep melodies; +And, the love which heals all strife +Circling, like the breath of life, +All things in that sweet abode +With its own mild brotherhood, +They, not it, would change; and soon +Every sprite beneath the moon +Would repent its envy vain. +And the earth grow young again. diff --git a/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.txt b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..502576a --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/ode-to-liberty.txt @@ -0,0 +1,321 @@ +A glorious people vibrated again +The lightning of the nations: Liberty +From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er Spain, +Scattering contagious fire into the sky, +Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dismay, +And in the rapid plumes of song +Clothed itself, sublime and strong; +As a young eagle soars the morning clouds among, +Hovering inverse o'er its accustomed prey; +Till from its station in the Heaven of fame +The Spirit's whirlwind rapped it, and the ray +Of the remotest sphere of living flame +Which paves the void was from behind it flung. +As foam from a ship's swiftness, when there came +A voice out of the deep: I will record the same. + +II +The Sun and the serenest Moon sprang forth: +The burning stars of the abyss were hurled +Into the depths of Heaven. The daedal earth, +That island in the ocean of the world, +Hung in its cloud of all-sustaining air: +But this divinest universe +Was yet a chaos and a curse, +For thou wert not: but, power from worst producing worse, +The spirit of the beasts was kindled there, +And of the birds, and of the watery forms, +And there was war among them, and despair +Within them, raging without truce or terms: +The bosom of their violated nurse +Groaned, for beasts warred on beasts, and worms on worms, +And men on men; each heart was as a hell of storms. + +III +Man, the imperial shape, then multiplied +His generations under the pavilion +Of the Sun's throne: palace and pyramid, +Temple and prison, to many a swarming million +Were, as to mountain-wolves their raggèd caves. +This human living multitude +Was savage, cunning, blind, and rude, +For thou wert not; but o'er the populous solitude, +Like one fierce cloud over a waste of waves, +Hung Tyranny; beneath, sate deified +The sister-pest, congregator of slaves; +Into the shadow of her pinions wide +Anarchs and priests, who feed on gold and blood +Till with the stain their inmost souls are dyed, +Drove the astonished herds of men from every side. + +IV +The nodding promontories, and blue isles, +And cloud-like mountains, and dividuous waves +Of Greece, basked glorious in the open smiles +Of favouring Heaven: from their enchanted caves +Prophetic echoes flung dim melody. +On the unapprehensive 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, +Art's deathless dreams lay veiled by many a vein +Of Parian stone; and, yet a speechless child, +Verse murmured, and Philosophy did strain +Her lidless eyes for thee; when o'er the Aegean main + +V +Athens arose: a city such as vision +Builds from the purple crags and silver towers +Of battlemented cloud, as in derision +Of kingliest masonry: the ocean-floors +Pave it; the evening sky pavilions it; +Its portals are inhabited +By thunder-zoned winds, each head +Within its cloudy wings with sun-fire garlanded,— +A divine work! Athens, diviner yet, +Gleamed with its crest of columns, on the will +Of man, as on a mount of diamond, set; +For thou wert, and thine all-creative skill +Peopled, with forms that mock the eternal dead +In marble immortality, that hill +Which was thine earliest throne and latest oracle. + +VI +Within the surface of Time's fleeting river +Its wrinkled image lies, as then it lay +Immovably unquiet, and for ever +It trembles, but it cannot pass away! +The voices of thy bards and sages thunder +With an earth-awakening blast +Through the caverns of the past: +(Religion veils her eyes; Oppression shrinks aghast:) +A wingèd sound of joy, and love, and wonder, +Which soars where Expectation never flew, +Rending the veil of space and time asunder! +One ocean feeds the clouds, and streams, and dew; +One Sun illumines Heaven; one Spirit vast +With life and love makes chaos ever new, +As Athens doth the world with thy delight renew. + +VII +Then Rome was, and from thy deep bosom fairest, +Like a wolf-cub from a Cadmaean Maenad, +She drew the milk of greatness, though thy dearest +From that Elysian food was yet unweaned: +And many a deed of terrible uprightness +By thy sweet love was sanctified; +And in thy smile, and by thy side, +Saintly Camillus lived, and firm Atilius died. +But when tears stained thy robe of vestal whiteness, +And gold profaned thy Capitolian throne, +Thou didst desert, with spirit-winged lightness, +The senate of the tyrants: they sunk prone +Slaves of one tyrant: Palatinus signed +Faint echoes of Ionian song; that tone +Thou didst delay to hear, lamenting to disown + +VIII +From what Hyrcanian glen or frozen hill, +Or piny promontory of the Arctic main, +Or utmost islet inaccessible. +Didst thou lament the ruin of thy reign, +Teaching the woods and waves, and desert rocks, +And every Naiad's ice-cold urn, +To talk in echoes sad and stern +Of that sublimest lore which man had dared unlearn? +For neither didst thou watch the wizard flocks +Of the Scald's dreams, nor haunt the Druid's sleep. +What if the tears rained through thy shattered locks +Were quickly dried? for thou didst groan, not weep, +When from its sea of death, to kill and burn, +The Galilean serpent forth did creep, +And made thy world an undistinguishable heap. + +IX +A thousand years the Earth cried. 'Where art thou?' +And then the shadow of thy coming fell +On Saxon Alfred's olive-cinctured brow: +And many a warrior-peopled citadel. +Like rocks which fire lifts out of the flat deep, +Arose in sacred Italy, +Frowning o'er the tempestuous sea +Of kings, and priests, and slaves, in tower-crowned majesty; +That multitudinous anarchy did sweep +And burst around their walls, like idle foam, +Whilst from the human spirit's deepest deep +Strange melody with love and awe struck dumb +Dissonant arms; and Art, which cannot die, +With divine wand traced on our earthly home +Fit imagery to pave Heaven's everlasting dome. + +X +Thou huntress swifter than the Moon! thou terror +Of the world's wolves! thou bearer of the quiver, +Whose sunlike shafts pierce tempest-winged Error, +As light may pierce the clouds when they dissever +In the calm regions of the orient day! +Luther caught thy wakening glance; +Like lightning, from his leaden lance +Reflected, it dissolved the visions of the trance +In which, as in a tomb, the nations lay; +And England's prophets hailed thee as their queen, +In songs whose music cannot pass away, +Though it must flow forever: not unseen +Before the spirit-sighted countenance +Of Milton didst thou pass, from the sad scene +Beyond whose night he saw, with a dejected mien. + +XI +The eager hours and unreluctant years +As on a dawn-illumined mountain stood. +Trampling to silence their loud hopes and fears, +Darkening each other with their multitude, +And cried aloud, 'Liberty!' Indignation +Answered Pity from her cave; +Death grew pale within the grave, +And Desolation howled to the destroyer, Save! +When like Heaven's Sun girt by the exhalation +Of its own glorious light, thou didst arise, +Chasing thy foes from nation unto nation +Like shadows: as if day had cloven the skies +At dreaming midnight o'er the western wave, +Men started, staggering with a glad surprise, +Under the lightnings of thine unfamiliar eyes. + +XII +Thou Heaven of earth! what spells could pall thee then +In ominous eclipse? a thousand years +Bred from the slime of deep Oppression's den. +Dyed all thy liquid light with blood and tears. +Till thy sweet stars could weep the stain away; +How like Bacchanals of blood +Round France, the ghastly vintage, stood +Destruction's sceptred slaves, and Folly's mitred brood! +When one, like them, but mightier far than they. +The Anarch of thine own bewildered powers, +Rose: armies mingled in obscure array, +Like clouds with clouds, darkening the sacred bowers +Of serene Heaven. He, by the past pursued, +Rests with those dead, but unforgotten hours, +Whose ghosts scare victor kings in their ancestral towers. + +XIII +England yet sleeps: was she not called of old? +Spain calls her now, as with its thrilling thunder +Vesuvius wakens Aetna, and the cold +Snow-crags by its reply are cloven in sunder: +O'er the lit waves every Aeolian isle +From Pithecusa to Pelorus +Howls, and leaps, and glares in chorus: +They cry, 'Be dim; ye lamps of Heaven suspended o'er us!' +Her chains are threads of gold, she need but smile +And they dissolve; but Spain's were links of steel, +Till bit to dust by virtue's keenest file. +Twins of a single destiny! appeal +To the eternal years enthroned before us +In the dim West: impress us from a seal, +All ye have thought and done! Time cannot dare conceal. + +XIV +Tomb of Arminius! render up thy 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 Germany, +His dead spirit lives in thee. +Why do we fear or hope? thou art already free! +And thou, lost Paradise of this divine +And glorious world! thou flowery wilderness! +Thou island of eternity! thou shrine +Where Desolation, clothed with loveliness, +Worships the thing thou wert! O Italy, +Gather thy blood into thy heart; repress +The beasts who make their dens thy sacred palaces. + +XV +Oh, that the free would stamp the impious name +Of King into the dust! or write it there, +So that this blot upon the page of fame +Were as a serpent's path, which the light air +Erases, and the flat sands close behind! +Ye the oracle have heard: +Lift the victory-flashing sword. +And cut the snaky knots of this foul gordian word, +Which, weak itself as stubble, yet can bind +Into a mass, irrefragably firm, +The axes and the rods which awe mankind; +The sound has poison in it, 'tis the sperm +Of what makes Life foul, cankerous, and abhorred; +Disdain not thou, at thine appointed term, +To set thine armed heel on this reluctant worm. + +XVI +Oh, that the wise from their bright minds would kindle +Such lamps within the dome of this dim world, +That the pale name of Priest might shrink and dwindle +Into the hell from which it first was hurled, +A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure; +Till human thoughts might kneel alone, +Each before the judgement-throne +Of its own aweless soul, or of the Power unknown! +Oh. that the words which make the thoughts obscure +From which they spring, as clouds of glimmering dew +From a white lake blot Heaven's blue portraiture, +Were stripped of their thin masks and various hue +And frowns and smiles and splendours not their own, +Till in the nakedness of false and true +They stand before their Lord, each to receive its due! + +XVII +He who taught man to vanquish whatsoever +Can be between the cradle and the grave +Crowned him the King of Life. Oh, vain endeavour! +If on his own high will, a willing slave, +He has enthroned the oppression and the oppressor +What if earth can clothe and feed +Amplest millions at their need, +And power in thought be as the tree within the seed? +Or what if Art, an ardent intercessor, +Driving on fiery wings to Nature's throne, +Checks the great mother stooping to caress her, +And cries: 'Give me, thy child, dominion +Over all height and depth'? if Life can breed +New wants, and wealth from those who toil and groan, +Rend of thy gifts and hers a thousandfold for one! + +XVIII +Come thou, but lead out of the inmost cave +Of man's deep spirit, as the morning-star +Beckons the Sun from the Eoan wave, +Wisdom. I hear the pennons of her car +Self-moving, like cloud charioted by flame; +Comes she not, and come ye not, +Rulers of eternal thought, +To judge, with solemn truth, life's ill-apportioned lot? +Blind Love, and equal Justice, and the Fame +Of what has been, the Hope of what will be? +O Liberty! if such could be thy name +Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee: +If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought +By blood or tears, have not the wise and free +Wept tears, and blood like tears?— The solemn harmony + +XIX +Paused, and the Spirit of that mighty singing +To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn; +Then, as a wild swan, when sublimely winging +Its path athwart the thunder-smoke of dawn, +Sinks headlong through the aëreal golden light +On the heavy-sounding plain, +When the bolt has pierced its brain; +As summer clouds dissolve, unburthened of their rain; +As a far taper fades with fading night. +As a brief insect dies with dying day,— +My song, its pinions disarrayed of might, +Drooped; o'er it closed the echoes far away +Of the great voice which did its flight sustain, +As waves which lately paved his watery way +Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play. diff --git a/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.txt b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9eee25 --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/percy-bysshe-shelley/one-word-is-too-often-profaned.txt @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +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. + +II +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? diff --git a/poems/william-blake/ah-sunflower.txt b/poems/william-blake/ah-sunflower.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f3dedfc --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/william-blake/ah-sunflower.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Ah, sunflower, weary of time, + Who countest the steps of the sun; +Seeking after that sweet golden clime + Where the traveller’s journey is done; + +Where the Youth pined away with desire, + And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, +Arise from their graves, and aspire + Where my Sunflower wishes to go! diff --git a/poems/william-blake/night.txt b/poems/william-blake/night.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c20d0b --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/william-blake/night.txt @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +The sun descending in the West, +The evening star does shine; +The birds are silent in their nest, +And I must seek for mine. +The moon, like a flower +In heaven’s high bower, +With silent delight, +Sits and smiles on the night. + +Farewell, green fields and happy groves, +Where flocks have took delight, +Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves +The feet of angels bright; +Unseen, they pour blessing, +And joy without ceasing, +On each bud and blossom, +And each sleeping bosom. + +They look in every thoughtless nest +Where birds are covered warm; +They visit caves of every beast, +To keep them all from harm: +If they see any weeping +That should have been sleeping, +They pour sleep on their head, +And sit down by their bed. + +When wolves and tigers howl for prey, +They pitying stand and weep; +Seeking to drive their thirst away, +And keep them from the sheep. +But, if they rush dreadful, +The angels, most heedful, +Receive each mild spirit, +New worlds to inherit. + +And there the lion’s ruddy eyes +Shall flow with tears of gold: +And pitying the tender cries, +And walking round the fold: +Saying: ‘Wrath by His meekness, +And, by His health, sickness, +Is driven away +From our immortal day. + +‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb, +I can lie down and sleep, +Or think on Him who bore thy name, +Graze after thee, and weep. +For, washed in life’s river, +My bright mane for ever +Shall shine like the gold, +As I guard o’er the fold. diff --git a/poems/william-blake/the-echoing-green.txt b/poems/william-blake/the-echoing-green.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2046464 --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/william-blake/the-echoing-green.txt @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +The sun does arise, +And make happy the skies; +The merry bells ring +To welcome the Spring; +The skylark and thrush, +The birds of the bush, +Sing louder around +To the bells’ cheerful sound; +While our sports shall be seen +On the echoing green. + +Old John, with white hair, +Does laugh away care, +Sitting under the oak, +Among the old folk. +They laugh at our play, +And soon they all say, +‘Such, such were the joys +When we all—girls and boys— +In our youth-time were seen +On the echoing green.’ + +Till the little ones, weary, +No more can be merry: +The sun does descend, +And our sports have an end. +Round the laps of their mothers +Many sisters and brothers, +Like birds in their nest, +Are ready for rest, +And sport no more seen +On the darkening green. diff --git a/poems/william-blake/the-fly.txt b/poems/william-blake/the-fly.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f476589 --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/william-blake/the-fly.txt @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +Little Fly, + Thy summer’s play +My thoughtless hand + Has brushed away. + +Am not I + A fly like thee? +Or art not thou + A man like me? + +For I dance, + And drink, and sing, +Till some blind hand + Shall brush my wing. + +If thought is life + And strength and breath, +And the want + Of thought is death; + +Then am I + A happy fly. +If I live, + Or if I die. diff --git a/poems/william-blake/the-shepherd.txt b/poems/william-blake/the-shepherd.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01d64aa --- /dev/null +++ b/poems/william-blake/the-shepherd.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot! +From the morn to the evening he strays; +He shall follow his sheep all the day, +And his tongue shall be fillèd with praise. + +For he hears the lambs’ innocent call, +And he hears the ewes’ tender reply; +He is watchful while they are in peace, +For they know when their shepherd is nigh. diff --git a/scripts/ingest-gutenberg-romantic-depth.mjs b/scripts/ingest-gutenberg-romantic-depth.mjs index cd8f8de..b3601d8 100644 --- a/scripts/ingest-gutenberg-romantic-depth.mjs +++ b/scripts/ingest-gutenberg-romantic-depth.mjs @@ -20,6 +20,51 @@ const POETS = [ end_line: "THE HUMAN ABSTRACT", force: true, }, + { + heading: "THE SHEPHERD", + slug: "the-shepherd", + title: "The Shepherd", + published_year: 1789, + start_line: "How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot!", + end_line: "THE ECHOING GREEN", + force: true, + }, + { + heading: "THE ECHOING GREEN", + slug: "the-echoing-green", + title: "The Echoing Green", + published_year: 1789, + start_line: "The sun does arise,", + end_line: "THE LAMB", + force: true, + }, + { + heading: "NIGHT", + slug: "night", + title: "Night", + published_year: 1789, + start_line: "The sun descending in the West,", + end_line: "SPRING", + force: true, + }, + { + heading: "THE FLY", + slug: "the-fly", + title: "The Fly", + published_year: 1794, + start_line: "Little Fly,", + end_line: "THE ANGEL", + force: true, + }, + { + heading: "AH, SUNFLOWER", + slug: "ah-sunflower", + title: "Ah, Sunflower", + published_year: 1794, + start_line: "Ah, sunflower, weary of time,", + end_line: "THE LILY", + force: true, + }, ], }, { diff --git a/scripts/ingest-wikisource-shelley-depth.mjs b/scripts/ingest-wikisource-shelley-depth.mjs index 7b3519e..c315bd1 100644 --- a/scripts/ingest-wikisource-shelley-depth.mjs +++ b/scripts/ingest-wikisource-shelley-depth.mjs @@ -73,6 +73,73 @@ const POEMS = [ start_line: "The sun is warm, the sky is clear,", end_line: "Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.", }, + { + author: "Percy Bysshe Shelley", + author_slug: "percy-bysshe-shelley", + century: 19, + slug: "england-in-1819", + title: "England in 1819", + published_year: 1839, + source_url: + "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Sonnet:_England_in_1819", + page_title: "The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Sonnet: England in 1819", + start_line: "An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,—", + end_line: "Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.", + }, + { + author: "Percy Bysshe Shelley", + author_slug: "percy-bysshe-shelley", + century: 19, + slug: "lift-not-the-painted-veil", + title: "Lift not the painted veil", + published_year: 1824, + source_url: + "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Sonnet:_%27Lift_not_the_painted_veil%27", + page_title: "The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Sonnet: 'Lift not the painted veil'", + start_line: "Lift not the painted veil which those who live", + end_line: "For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.", + }, + { + author: "Percy Bysshe Shelley", + author_slug: "percy-bysshe-shelley", + century: 19, + slug: "one-word-is-too-often-profaned", + title: "One Word Is Too Often Profaned", + published_year: 1824, + source_url: + "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/To_%E2%80%94%E2%80%94%E2%80%94._%27One_word_is_too_often_profaned%27", + page_title: + "The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To ——. 'One word is too often profaned'", + start_line: "One word is too often profaned", + end_line: "From the sphere of our sorrow?", + }, + { + author: "Percy Bysshe Shelley", + author_slug: "percy-bysshe-shelley", + century: 19, + slug: "ode-to-liberty", + title: "Ode to Liberty", + published_year: 1820, + source_url: + "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Ode_to_Liberty", + page_title: "The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Ode to Liberty", + start_line: "A glorious people vibrated again", + end_line: "Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play.", + }, + { + author: "Percy Bysshe Shelley", + author_slug: "percy-bysshe-shelley", + century: 19, + slug: "lines-written-among-the-euganean-hills", + title: "Lines Written among the Euganean Hills", + published_year: 1819, + source_url: + "https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Complete_Poetical_Works_of_Percy_Bysshe_Shelley_(ed._Hutchinson,_1914)/Lines_written_among_the_Euganean_Hills", + page_title: + "The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Lines written among the Euganean Hills", + start_line: "Many a green isle needs must be", + end_line: "And the earth grow young again.", + }, ]; function decodeHtml(value) { @@ -87,6 +154,7 @@ function decodeHtml(value) { .replace(/>/g, ">") .replace(/&/g, "&") .replace(/ /g, " ") + .replace(/ /g, " ") .replace(/[/g, "[") .replace(/]/g, "]") .replace(/_/g, "_")