The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: complete in one volumeCrissy & Markley, no.4, Minor street., 1847 - 607 páginas |
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... feel than see The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous bride . And now once more a tale of woe , A woeful tale of love ...
... feel than see The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous bride . And now once more a tale of woe , A woeful tale of love ...
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... feel That God is everywhere ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty Family , Himself our Father , and the World our Home . ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE FIRST CF FEBRUARY , 1796 . SWEET Flower ! that peeping from thy russet stem ...
... feel That God is everywhere ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty Family , Himself our Father , and the World our Home . ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE FIRST CF FEBRUARY , 1796 . SWEET Flower ! that peeping from thy russet stem ...
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... feel I of high Hope . For not uninterested the dear maid I've view'd - her soul affectionate yet wise , Her polish'd ... feels : His pitying Mistress mourns , and mourning heals ! Embow'rs me from noon's sultry influence ! For , like ...
... feel I of high Hope . For not uninterested the dear maid I've view'd - her soul affectionate yet wise , Her polish'd ... feels : His pitying Mistress mourns , and mourning heals ! Embow'rs me from noon's sultry influence ! For , like ...
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... feel - correspondent forms and notions . A rooted hatred ings were at this moment not of the most comforta- an inveterate thirst of revenge , is a sort of madness , ble kind . Of all present , one only knew or suspect- and still eddies ...
... feel - correspondent forms and notions . A rooted hatred ings were at this moment not of the most comforta- an inveterate thirst of revenge , is a sort of madness , ble kind . Of all present , one only knew or suspect- and still eddies ...
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... feel from the thought that he tured and so disciplined , did at the time of composing had been the occasion of distressing me . At length this horrible picture , attach a sober feeling of reality I brought out these words : " I must now ...
... feel from the thought that he tured and so disciplined , did at the time of composing had been the occasion of distressing me . At length this horrible picture , attach a sober feeling of reality I brought out these words : " I must now ...
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AHASUERUS ALVAR arms art thou BATHORY BEATRICE beneath BETHLEN blood breath bright BUTLER calm CENCI child clouds cold COUNTESS curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dare dark dead dear death deep DEMOGORGON dost doth dream earth Egra EMERICK Endymion eyes fair father fear feel flowers gaze gentle GLYCINE hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human ILLO ISOLANI lady LASKA light lips living look Lord MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mother mountains never night o'er OCTAVIO ORDONIO pale PANTHEA poison'd PROMETHEUS QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE seem'd SEMICHORUS shadow silent SILENUS sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet tears tempest TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou art thought throne trembling truth Twas tyrant VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN waves weep wild wind wings words youth
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Página 483 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 63 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Página 72 - If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him. First Voice. But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind ? Second Voice.
Página 461 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 70 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Página 44 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Página 409 - 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.
Página 72 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
Página 74 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 63 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome, those caves of ice, And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!