The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume, 第 1 巻A. and W. Galignani, 1829 - 575 ページ |
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... Rest awhile, Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh; And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Alen, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence, shall be cast ...
... Rest awhile, Children of Wretchedness! The hour is nigh; And lo! the Great, the Rich, the Mighty Alen, The Kings and the Chief Captains of the World, With all that fix'd on high like stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence, shall be cast ...
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... rest; And placed him, caged within the flower, On spotless Sara's breast. But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile, And stamp'd his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued ...
... rest; And placed him, caged within the flower, On spotless Sara's breast. But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet, He struggled to escape awhile, And stamp'd his faery feet. Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight Subdued ...
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... rest, Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast. The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook, Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled dread To list the much-loved maid's accustom'd tread: She ...
... rest, Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast. The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook, Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled dread To list the much-loved maid's accustom'd tread: She ...
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... rest: Thou shouldst have loved it most, when most opprest, And nursed it with an agony of Care, - Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast! - SONNET. To the AUThor of The a Robbers. * Schillen ...
... rest: Thou shouldst have loved it most, when most opprest, And nursed it with an agony of Care, - Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast! - SONNET. To the AUThor of The a Robbers. * Schillen ...
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... rest:—and now have gain'd the topmost site. Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets My gaze! Proud Towers, and Cots more dear to me, Elm-shadow'd Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea! Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear: Enchanting ...
... rest:—and now have gain'd the topmost site. Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets My gaze! Proud Towers, and Cots more dear to me, Elm-shadow'd Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea! Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear: Enchanting ...
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32 ページ - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— 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.
38 ページ - They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
50 ページ - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
63 ページ - 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!
59 ページ - Love's 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...
140 ページ - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
51 ページ - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at...
43 ページ - 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!
15 ページ - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
51 ページ - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.