Poems from Shelley and KeatsMacmillan, 1900 - 221 páginas |
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... rounded perfection and felicity of loveliness of which Shakespeare is the great master . " Keats died before he was twenty - six years old , and nearly all the poems by which he is most favorably known were produced in rapid succession ...
... rounded perfection and felicity of loveliness of which Shakespeare is the great master . " Keats died before he was twenty - six years old , and nearly all the poems by which he is most favorably known were produced in rapid succession ...
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... round , As it floats through boundless day , Our world enkindles on its way All this it knows , but will not tell To those who cannot question well The spirit that inhabits it ; It talks according to the wit Of its companions ; and no ...
... round , As it floats through boundless day , Our world enkindles on its way All this it knows , but will not tell To those who cannot question well The spirit that inhabits it ; It talks according to the wit Of its companions ; and no ...
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... round her footsteps up from the Earth ! She had no companion of mortal race , But her tremulous breath and her flushing face Told , whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise : 130 As ...
... round her footsteps up from the Earth ! She had no companion of mortal race , But her tremulous breath and her flushing face Told , whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise : 130 As ...
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... round the smooth and dark Edge of the odorous cedar bark . This fairest creature from earliest spring Thus moved through the garden ministering All the sweet season of summer tide , And ere the first leaf looked brown PART THIRD - she ...
... round the smooth and dark Edge of the odorous cedar bark . This fairest creature from earliest spring Thus moved through the garden ministering All the sweet season of summer tide , And ere the first leaf looked brown PART THIRD - she ...
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... round many a sweet flower's stem , Which rotted into the earth with them . The water - blooms under the rivulet Fell from the stalks on which they were set ; And the eddies drove them here and there , As the winds did those of the upper ...
... round many a sweet flower's stem , Which rotted into the earth with them . The water - blooms under the rivulet Fell from the stalks on which they were set ; And the eddies drove them here and there , As the winds did those of the upper ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais Agnes ARETHUSA beauty blue breath bright buds clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dost doth Dowden dream earth Endymion English eyes faint fair fled flowers friends gazed gentle gleam golden grass green grief hast heart heaven human John Keats Keats Keats's kissed leaves LECHLADE Leigh Hunt light lips Lorenzo love's lyrical lyrical poetry Merchant of Venice mighty moan Mont Blanc moon morn mountains mourn never night nursling o'er ocean ODE ON MELANCHOLY ODE TO PSYCHE odor OZYMANDIAS pain pale poem poet poetry Porphyro Prometheus Unbound rain rose round Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trelawny veil verse voice wake wander waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth ΙΟ
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Página 4 - 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.
Página 120 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 124 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Página 1 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight...
Página 12 - 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 139 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 118 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 105 - O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den?
Página 117 - 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 85 - 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!