The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 ページ |
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... o'er the awaken'd sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - wing'd Despair : But soon emerging in her radiant might , She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
... o'er the awaken'd sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - wing'd Despair : But soon emerging in her radiant might , She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
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... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While ' mid the pelting of that merciless storm , ” Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds , the ...
... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While ' mid the pelting of that merciless storm , ” Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds , the ...
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... O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlor . Steals o'er ...
... O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlor . Steals o'er ...
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... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge was sweet ...
... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge was sweet ...
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... O'er thy young mind such wildly various power ! My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour , Thy temples with Hymettian flow'rets wreathed : And sweet thy voice , as when o'er Laura's bier Sad music trembled through Vauclusa's glade ...
... O'er thy young mind such wildly various power ! My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour , Thy temples with Hymettian flow'rets wreathed : And sweet thy voice , as when o'er Laura's bier Sad music trembled through Vauclusa's glade ...
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458 ページ - 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.
460 ページ - 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.
72 ページ - 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.
459 ページ - 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.
75 ページ - 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.
459 ページ - 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...
453 ページ - 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...
453 ページ - 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...
460 ページ - 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.
459 ページ - 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...