Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... light Speed thee in thy fiery flight , In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now ? Tell me , moon , thou pale and grey Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way , In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now ? Weary wind ...
... light Speed thee in thy fiery flight , In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now ? Tell me , moon , thou pale and grey Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way , In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now ? Weary wind ...
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... - and we die too . All things that we love and cherish , Like ourselves must fade and perish , Such is our rude mortal lot , Love itself would , did they not . LINES . WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... - and we die too . All things that we love and cherish , Like ourselves must fade and perish , Such is our rude mortal lot , Love itself would , did they not . LINES . WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. LINES . WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead- When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. LINES . WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead- When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken ...
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... light Of thy looks , my love ; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks , my love . Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight Bore thee far from me ; My heart , for my weak feet were weary soon , Did companion ...
... light Of thy looks , my love ; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks , my love . Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight Bore thee far from me ; My heart , for my weak feet were weary soon , Did companion ...
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... light ; As a fen - fire's beam , On a sluggish stream , Gleams dimly - so the moon shone there , And it yellowed the strings of thy tangled hair That shook in the wind of night , The moon made thy lips pale , beloved ; The wind made thy ...
... light ; As a fen - fire's beam , On a sluggish stream , Gleams dimly - so the moon shone there , And it yellowed the strings of thy tangled hair That shook in the wind of night , The moon made thy lips pale , beloved ; The wind made thy ...
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æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Стр. 129 - 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. 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Стр. 2 - 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 spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Стр. 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Стр. 10 - 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. 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?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Стр. 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 50 - 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...
Стр. 130 - 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.
Стр. 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Стр. 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.