Poems Narrative, Elegiac & VisionaryJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 307 Seiten |
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... gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my ...
... gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my ...
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... Gentle , and brave , and generous , - -no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he passed ...
... Gentle , and brave , and generous , - -no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes , And virgins , as unknown he passed ...
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... gentle meaning of his looks , And the wild antelope , that starts whene'er The dry leaf rustles in the brake , suspend Her timid steps to gaze upon a form More graceful than her own . His wandering step , Obedient to high thoughts , has ...
... gentle meaning of his looks , And the wild antelope , that starts whene'er The dry leaf rustles in the brake , suspend Her timid steps to gaze upon a form More graceful than her own . His wandering step , Obedient to high thoughts , has ...
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... gentle motion , between banks Of mossy slope , and on a placid stream , Beneath a woven grove it sails , and , hark ! The ghastly torrent mingles its far roar , With the breeze murmuring in the musical woods . Where the embowering trees ...
... gentle motion , between banks Of mossy slope , and on a placid stream , Beneath a woven grove it sails , and , hark ! The ghastly torrent mingles its far roar , With the breeze murmuring in the musical woods . Where the embowering trees ...
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... gentle meanings , and most innocent wiles , Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love , These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net - work of the dark blue light of ...
... gentle meanings , and most innocent wiles , Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love , These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net - work of the dark blue light of ...
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agony art thou azure beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm cheek clouds cold curses dæmon dark dead death deep delight despair dream Dryope dust earth eternal eyes faint fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Ginevra golden golden air grave green grew grey grief hair hear heard heart heaven HELEN human voice Imperious inquisition isles JOHN KEATS lady Leigh Hunt light limbs lips living looked Maddalo mind misanthropy moon mountains ne'er never night nursling o'er outface Padua pain pale passed pent PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poem Prometheus Unbound Rosalind round sate scorn or hate seek self-compassion shadow Shelley shriek silence sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit star strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought truth veil Venice voice waves weep wild wind wings wonder words wouldst wrought youth
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Seite 113 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Seite 115 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Seite 105 - Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow...
Seite 113 - Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...
Seite 115 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 106 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Seite 110 - 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' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Seite 120 - 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...
Seite 109 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.