Complete Poetical Works, Volumen3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... flames . These prodigies are oracular , and show The presence of the unseen Deity . Mighty events are hastening to their doom ! SWELLFOOT I only hear the lean and mutinous Swine Grunting about the temple . DAKRY In a crisis Of such ...
... flames . These prodigies are oracular , and show The presence of the unseen Deity . Mighty events are hastening to their doom ! SWELLFOOT I only hear the lean and mutinous Swine Grunting about the temple . DAKRY In a crisis Of such ...
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... flame . But She , whom prayers or tears then could not tame , Passed , like a god throned on a winged planet , Whose burning plumes to tenfold swiftness fan it , Into the dreary cone of our life's shade ' ; And as a man with mighty loss ...
... flame . But She , whom prayers or tears then could not tame , Passed , like a god throned on a winged planet , Whose burning plumes to tenfold swiftness fan it , Into the dreary cone of our life's shade ' ; And as a man with mighty loss ...
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... flame And from her living cheeks and bosom flew A killing air , which pierced like honey - dew Into the core of my green heart , and lay Upon its leaves ; until , as hair grown gray O'er a young brow , they hid its unblown prime With ...
... flame And from her living cheeks and bosom flew A killing air , which pierced like honey - dew Into the core of my green heart , and lay Upon its leaves ; until , as hair grown gray O'er a young brow , they hid its unblown prime With ...
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... flame Those spheres instinct with it become the same , Touch , mingle , are transfigured ; ever still Burning , yet ever inconsumable ; In one another's substance finding food , Like flames too pure and light and unimbued To nourish ...
... flame Those spheres instinct with it become the same , Touch , mingle , are transfigured ; ever still Burning , yet ever inconsumable ; In one another's substance finding food , Like flames too pure and light and unimbued To nourish ...
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... flames , out of their trance awake . XIX Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean , A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst , As it has ever done , with change and motion , From the great morning of the world when ...
... flames , out of their trance awake . XIX Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean , A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst , As it has ever done , with change and motion , From the great morning of the world when ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine azure beams beauty beneath blood blue Boscombe bosom breath bright calm cancelled clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Dowden dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers Forman Frederickson Garnett gentle Gisborne gleam golden grave Greece green Harvard heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith hour Hunt Iona isle Lechlade Lerici light LINES WRITTEN living Lord Byron MAHMUD Medwin mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains Naples night o'er ocean odor Ollier omit Ozymandias pale poem Prometheus Unbound Published PURGANAX rain Rossetti conj round ruin SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadows Shelley from Pisa Shelley's Note silent sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey soul sound spirit Stacey stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower transcript Trelawny tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.