Minor PoemsLittle, Brown, 1878 - 396 páginas |
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... feel Your love , and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn , and odorous noon , and even , With sunset and its gorgeous ministers , And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood , And ...
... feel Your love , and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn , and odorous noon , and even , With sunset and its gorgeous ministers , And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood , And ...
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... feels her breast Burn with the poison , and precipitates Through night and day , tempest , and calm , and cloud , Frantic with dizzying anguish , her blind flight O'er the wide aëry wilderness : thus driven By the bright shadow of that ...
... feels her breast Burn with the poison , and precipitates Through night and day , tempest , and calm , and cloud , Frantic with dizzying anguish , her blind flight O'er the wide aëry wilderness : thus driven By the bright shadow of that ...
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... feel An unaccustomed presence , and the sound Of the sweet brook that from the secret springs Of that dark fountain rose . A Spirit seemed To stand beside him- clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light , Borrowed ...
... feel An unaccustomed presence , and the sound Of the sweet brook that from the secret springs Of that dark fountain rose . A Spirit seemed To stand beside him- clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light , Borrowed ...
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... feels No proud exemption in the blighting curse He bears , over the world wanders for ever , Lone as incarnate death ! O , that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave , Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power , even ...
... feels No proud exemption in the blighting curse He bears , over the world wanders for ever , Lone as incarnate death ! O , that the dream Of dark magician in his visioned cave , Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power , even ...
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... feel , conceive or reason , laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! - For , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free : Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may ...
... feel , conceive or reason , laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! - For , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free : Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may ...
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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!