Minor PoemsLittle, Brown, 1878 - 396 páginas |
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... blood told an ineffable tale . The beating of her heart was heard to fill The pauses of her music , and her breath Tumultuously accorded with those fits Of intermitted song . Sudden she rose , As if her heart impatiently endured Its ...
... blood told an ineffable tale . The beating of her heart was heard to fill The pauses of her music , and her breath Tumultuously accorded with those fits Of intermitted song . Sudden she rose , As if her heart impatiently endured Its ...
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... blood , That ever beat in mystic sympathy With nature's ebb and flow , grew feebler still : And when two lessening points of light alone , Gleamed through the darkness , the alternate gasp Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The ...
... blood , That ever beat in mystic sympathy With nature's ebb and flow , grew feebler still : And when two lessening points of light alone , Gleamed through the darkness , the alternate gasp Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The ...
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... blood , and scrolls of mystic wickedness , The sanguine codes of venerable crime . The likeness of a throned king came by , When these had past , bearing upon his brow A threefold crown ; his countenance was calm , His eye severe and ...
... blood , and scrolls of mystic wickedness , The sanguine codes of venerable crime . The likeness of a throned king came by , When these had past , bearing upon his brow A threefold crown ; his countenance was calm , His eye severe and ...
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... blood For sacrifice , before his shrine forever In adoration bend , or Erebus With all its banded fiends shall not uprise To overwhelm in envy and revenge The dauntless and the good , who dare to hurl Defiance at his throne , girt tho ...
... blood For sacrifice , before his shrine forever In adoration bend , or Erebus With all its banded fiends shall not uprise To overwhelm in envy and revenge The dauntless and the good , who dare to hurl Defiance at his throne , girt tho ...
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... shady woods , Corn - fields and pastures and white cottages ; And where the startled wilderness did hear A savage conqueror stained in kindred blood , Hymning his victory , or the milder snake Crushing the 54 THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
... shady woods , Corn - fields and pastures and white cottages ; And where the startled wilderness did hear A savage conqueror stained in kindred blood , Hymning his victory , or the milder snake Crushing the 54 THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD .
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blue bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dome doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled fleeting river floating flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grey grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears hues human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN mighty mingled moon morning motion mountains mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain rocks round Sensitive Plant shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tower tremble veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 303 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Página 167 - 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.
Página 125 - 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 138 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 165 - Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the oceail and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Página 65 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away, and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? — Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river ; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown •, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom ; why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency...
Página 170 - 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 330 - 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 297 - Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else survive...
Página 293 - 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!