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... fear and pride . Joyous he was ; and hope and peace On all who heard him did abide , Raining like dew from his sweet talk , As where the evening star may walk Along the brink of the gloomy seas , Liquid mists of splendour quiver . His ...
... fear and pride . Joyous he was ; and hope and peace On all who heard him did abide , Raining like dew from his sweet talk , As where the evening star may walk Along the brink of the gloomy seas , Liquid mists of splendour quiver . His ...
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... fear to wound the feelings of others " often impelled him to keep his deepest sorrows to himself.1 All this while his health was steadily improving . The menace of consumption was removed ; and though he suffered from severe attacks of ...
... fear to wound the feelings of others " often impelled him to keep his deepest sorrows to himself.1 All this while his health was steadily improving . The menace of consumption was removed ; and though he suffered from severe attacks of ...
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... fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day , And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay . He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny , and hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight ...
... fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day , And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay . He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny , and hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight ...
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... shadow of the tomb . What Adonais is , why fear we to become ? Yet again the thought of Death as the deliverer , the revealer , and the mystagogue , through whom the soul of man is reunited to the spirit of the universe ,
... shadow of the tomb . What Adonais is , why fear we to become ? Yet again the thought of Death as the deliverer , the revealer , and the mystagogue , through whom the soul of man is reunited to the spirit of the universe ,
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... fear for what will befall this inestimable spirit when we appear to die . " On another occasion he told Trelawny : " I am content to see no farther into futurity than Plato and Bacon . My mind is tranquil ; I have no fears and some ...
... fear for what will befall this inestimable spirit when we appear to die . " On another occasion he told Trelawny : " I am content to see no farther into futurity than Plato and Bacon . My mind is tranquil ; I have no fears and some ...
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Página 141 - 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.
Página 147 - 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.
Página 139 - 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.
Página 141 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird : He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above. XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His part, while...
Página 149 - 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...
Página 145 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness 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.
Página 109 - ... when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Página 108 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought...
Página 156 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 156 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.