The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 páginas |
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... voice had falter'd out this simple tale . The Village , where he dwelt an Husbandman , By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Late on the yester - evening . With his wife And little ones he hurried his escape . They saw the ...
... voice had falter'd out this simple tale . The Village , where he dwelt an Husbandman , By sudden inroad had been seized and fired Late on the yester - evening . With his wife And little ones he hurried his escape . They saw the ...
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... voice , That kindled love with love . And when her sire , Oh ! what if all betray me ? what if thou ? She , nothing trembling , led me through that gloom , The whirl - blast comes , the desert - sands rise up Gaily from thy mother ...
... voice , That kindled love with love . And when her sire , Oh ! what if all betray me ? what if thou ? She , nothing trembling , led me through that gloom , The whirl - blast comes , the desert - sands rise up Gaily from thy mother ...
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... voice ( that even in her mirthful mood Has made me wish to steal away and weep ) , Nor yet the entrancement of that maiden kiss With which she promised , that when spring return'd , She would resign one half of that dear name , And own ...
... voice ( that even in her mirthful mood Has made me wish to steal away and weep ) , Nor yet the entrancement of that maiden kiss With which she promised , that when spring return'd , She would resign one half of that dear name , And own ...
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... voice , when other voices sleep , Dear under - song in Clamor's hour . THE HAPPY HUSBAND . A FRAGMENT . OFT , oft methinks , the while with Thee I breathe , as from the heart , thy dear And dedicated name , I hear A promise and a ...
... voice , when other voices sleep , Dear under - song in Clamor's hour . THE HAPPY HUSBAND . A FRAGMENT . OFT , oft methinks , the while with Thee I breathe , as from the heart , thy dear And dedicated name , I hear A promise and a ...
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... Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my Hymn . Thou first and chief , sole Sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night , And visited all night by troops of stars ...
... Voice of sweet song ! Awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my Hymn . Thou first and chief , sole Sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night , And visited all night by troops of stars ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AHASUERUS ALHADRA ALVAR arms art thou BATHORY BEATRICE beneath BETHLEN blood breath bright BUTLER calm cavern CENCI child clouds COUNTESS curse CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dare dark dead dear death deep DEMOGORGON doth dream earth Egra EMERICK eyes fair faith father fear feel flowers gaze gentle GLYCINE hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human ILLO ISIDORE ISOLANI lady LASKA light lips living look look'd 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 slaves sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet tears tempest TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou art thought throne truth Twas tyrant VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN waves weep wild wind wings words
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Página 458 - I bear light shades for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 460 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 72 - But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade.
Página 459 - 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.
Página 75 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 459 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Página 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves...
Página 453 - ODE TO THE WEST WIND O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow...
Página 460 - 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? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 459 - 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 sea...