Complete Poetical Works, Volumen3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... GRAVE ! WHAT SEEK YE THERE 321 LINES TO A REVIEWER TIME LONG PAST BUONA NOTTE GOOD - NIGHT POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR . TIME • · · FROM THE ARABIC : AN IMITATION SONG : 6. RARELY , RARELY COMEST THOU TO NIGHT 322 323 • 324 ...
... GRAVE ! WHAT SEEK YE THERE 321 LINES TO A REVIEWER TIME LONG PAST BUONA NOTTE GOOD - NIGHT POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR . TIME • · · FROM THE ARABIC : AN IMITATION SONG : 6. RARELY , RARELY COMEST THOU TO NIGHT 322 323 • 324 ...
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... , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the pride of thy ghastly mirth ; Over palaces , temples , and graves We will rush as thy minister - slaves , Trampling 36 [ II . ii . 35-57 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS :
... , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the pride of thy ghastly mirth ; Over palaces , temples , and graves We will rush as thy minister - slaves , Trampling 36 [ II . ii . 35-57 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS :
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... grave . Ah ! woe is me ! What have I dared ? where am I lifted ? how Shall I descend , and perish not ? I know That Love makes all things equal ; I have heard By mine own heart this joyous truth averred : The spirit of the worm beneath ...
... grave . Ah ! woe is me ! What have I dared ? where am I lifted ? how Shall I descend , and perish not ? I know That Love makes all things equal ; I have heard By mine own heart this joyous truth averred : The spirit of the worm beneath ...
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... 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 dismayed , I would have followed , though the grave between Yawned 52 [ 200-229 EPIPSYCHIDION.
... 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 dismayed , I would have followed , though the grave between Yawned 52 [ 200-229 EPIPSYCHIDION.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. I would have followed , though the grave between Yawned like a gulf whose spectres are unseen ; When a voice said : " O Thou of hearts the weakest , - The phantom is beside thee whom thou ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley George Edward Woodberry. I would have followed , though the grave between Yawned like a gulf whose spectres are unseen ; When a voice said : " O Thou of hearts the weakest , - The phantom is beside thee whom thou ...
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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.