Poems Narrative, Elegiac & VisionaryJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 307 Seiten |
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... night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , 30 Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting ...
... night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , 30 Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting ...
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... night Involved and swallowed up the vision ; sleep , Like a dark flood suspended in its course , Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain . 190 Roused by the shock he started from his trance- The cold white light of morning , the ...
... night Involved and swallowed up the vision ; sleep , Like a dark flood suspended in its course , Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain . 190 Roused by the shock he started from his trance- The cold white light of morning , the ...
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... night and day , tempest , and calm , and cloud , 230 Frantic with dizzying anguish , her blind flight O'er the wide aëry wilderness : thus driven By the bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night ...
... night and day , tempest , and calm , and cloud , 230 Frantic with dizzying anguish , her blind flight O'er the wide aëry wilderness : thus driven By the bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night ...
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... Night followed , clad with stars . On every side More horribly the multitudinous streams 341 Of ocean's mountainous waste to mutual war 1 Rushed in dark tumult thundering , as to mock The calm and spangled sky . The little boat Still ...
... Night followed , clad with stars . On every side More horribly the multitudinous streams 341 Of ocean's mountainous waste to mutual war 1 Rushed in dark tumult thundering , as to mock The calm and spangled sky . The little boat Still ...
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... night close over it . 420 The noonday sun Now shone upon the forest , one vast mass Of mingling shade , whose brown magnificence A narrow vale embosoms . There , huge caves , Scooped in the dark base of their aëry rocks Mocking its ...
... night close over it . 420 The noonday sun Now shone upon the forest , one vast mass Of mingling shade , whose brown magnificence A narrow vale embosoms . There , huge caves , Scooped in the dark base of their aëry rocks Mocking its ...
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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.