Minor PoemsLittle, Brown, 1878 - Всего страниц: 396 |
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... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : ... and , though ne'er yet ...
... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : ... and , though ne'er yet ...
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... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : ... and , though ne'er yet ...
... hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : ... and , though ne'er yet ...
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... hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At night the passion came , Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream , And shook him ...
... hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At night the passion came , Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream , And shook him ...
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... , and heaven That echoes not my thoughts ? " A gloomy smile Of desperate hope wrinkled his quivering lips . For sleep , he knew , kept most relentlessly Its precious charge , and silent death exposed , Faithless 12 ALASTOR ; OR ,
... , and heaven That echoes not my thoughts ? " A gloomy smile Of desperate hope wrinkled his quivering lips . For sleep , he knew , kept most relentlessly Its precious charge , and silent death exposed , Faithless 12 ALASTOR ; OR ,
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... that obscurest chasm ; and thus he lay , Surrendering to their final impulses The hovering powers of life . Hope and despair , The torturers , slept ; no mortal pain or fear Marred his repose , the influxes of sense , And 26 ALASTOR ; OR ,
... that obscurest chasm ; and thus he lay , Surrendering to their final impulses The hovering powers of life . Hope and despair , The torturers , slept ; no mortal pain or fear Marred his repose , the influxes of sense , And 26 ALASTOR ; OR ,
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blue bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dome doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled fleeting river floating flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grey grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears hues human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN mighty mingled moon morning motion mountains mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain rocks round Sensitive Plant shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tower tremble veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Стр. 303 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Стр. 167 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 125 - 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. 138 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Стр. 165 - Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the oceail and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Стр. 65 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away, and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? — Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river ; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown •, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom ; why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency...
Стр. 170 - 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. 330 - 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. 297 - Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else survive...
Стр. 293 - As Albion wails for thee : the curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest!