Complete Poetical Works, Том 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... EARTH SLEPT BELOW . 171 · • 99 172 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816 THE SUNSET 174 • HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY 176 • MONT BLANC : LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI 179 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1817 MARIANNE'S DREAM To CONSTANTIA SINGING TO.
... EARTH SLEPT BELOW . 171 · • 99 172 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816 THE SUNSET 174 • HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY 176 • MONT BLANC : LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI 179 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1817 MARIANNE'S DREAM To CONSTANTIA SINGING TO.
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... grew calm beneath His gliding beauty . And Pasiphaë , Iona's grandmother , but she is innocent ! And that both you and I , and all assert . Most innocent ! FIRST BOAR PURGANAX Behold this Bag ; II . i . 47-72 ] OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT 27.
... grew calm beneath His gliding beauty . And Pasiphaë , Iona's grandmother , but she is innocent ! And that both you and I , and all assert . Most innocent ! FIRST BOAR PURGANAX Behold this Bag ; II . i . 47-72 ] OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT 27.
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... beauty rarer still , Walked from Killarney to the Giant's Causeway Through rebels , smugglers , troops of yeomanry , White - boys , and Orange - boys , and constables , Tithe - proctors , and excise people , uninjured ! Thus I ! - Lord ...
... beauty rarer still , Walked from Killarney to the Giant's Causeway Through rebels , smugglers , troops of yeomanry , White - boys , and Orange - boys , and constables , Tithe - proctors , and excise people , uninjured ! Thus I ! - Lord ...
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... Beauty , and thou Terror ! Thou Harmony of Nature's art ! thou Mirror In whom , as in the splendor of the Sun , All shapes look glorious which thou gazest on ! Ay , even the dim words which obscure thee now Flash , lightning - like ...
... Beauty , and thou Terror ! Thou Harmony of Nature's art ! thou Mirror In whom , as in the splendor of the Sun , All shapes look glorious which thou gazest on ! Ay , even the dim words which obscure thee now Flash , lightning - like ...
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... Beauty furled Which penetrates and clasps and fills the world ; Scarce visible from extreme loveliness . Warm fragrance seems to fall from her light dress , And her loose hair ; and where some heavy tress The air of her own speed has ...
... Beauty furled Which penetrates and clasps and fills the world ; Scarce visible from extreme loveliness . Warm fragrance seems to fall from her light dress , And her loose hair ; and where some heavy tress The air of her own speed has ...
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Стр. 274 - 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.
Стр. 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Стр. 223 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 346 - 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?
Стр. 89 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Стр. 222 - 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.
Стр. 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Стр. 245 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Стр. 270 - 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.