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The Meteor showed the leaves on which we sate , And Cythna's glowing arms ,
and the thick ties Of her soft hair , which bent with gathered weight My neck near
hers , her dark and deepening eyes , Which , as twin phantoms of one star that ...
The Meteor showed the leaves on which we sate , And Cythna's glowing arms ,
and the thick ties Of her soft hair , which bent with gathered weight My neck near
hers , her dark and deepening eyes , Which , as twin phantoms of one star that ...
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Might I not drag her by the golden hair ? ... It was a feint : And thou art old ; thy
hairs are hoary grey ; She had no vision , and she heard no voice . ... Bid her
come hither , and before my mood Be changed , lest I should drag her by the hair
.
Might I not drag her by the golden hair ? ... It was a feint : And thou art old ; thy
hairs are hoary grey ; She had no vision , and she heard no voice . ... Bid her
come hither , and before my mood Be changed , lest I should drag her by the hair
.
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... An old , old man , with hair of silver white , ( blend To stir his secret pain without
avail ;And lips where heavenly smiles would hang and For all who knew and
loved him then perceived That there was drawn an adamantine veil With his wise
...
... An old , old man , with hair of silver white , ( blend To stir his secret pain without
avail ;And lips where heavenly smiles would hang and For all who knew and
loved him then perceived That there was drawn an adamantine veil With his wise
...
Página 258
At the helm sits a woman more fair Of clear morning , the beams of the sunrise
flow in , Than heaven , when , unbinding its star - braided Unimpeded , keen ,
golden , and crystalline , hair , Banded armies of light and of air ; at one gate It
sinks ...
At the helm sits a woman more fair Of clear morning , the beams of the sunrise
flow in , Than heaven , when , unbinding its star - braided Unimpeded , keen ,
golden , and crystalline , hair , Banded armies of light and of air ; at one gate It
sinks ...
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By the small , still , sweet spirit of that sound , So that the savage winds hung
mute around ; In many mortal forms I rashly sought And odours warm and fresh
fell from her hair The shadow of that idol of my thought . Dissolving the dull cold
in the ...
By the small , still , sweet spirit of that sound , So that the savage winds hung
mute around ; In many mortal forms I rashly sought And odours warm and fresh
fell from her hair The shadow of that idol of my thought . Dissolving the dull cold
in the ...
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Página 260 - 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.
Página 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Página 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? 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...
Página 259 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Página 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Página 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Página 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Página 260 - 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. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...