Minor PoemsLittle, Brown, 1878 - 396 pages |
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... mighty Shadow loves The slimy caverns of the populous deep . The day was fair and sunny , sea and sky Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the waves . Following his eager soul , the ...
... mighty Shadow loves The slimy caverns of the populous deep . The day was fair and sunny , sea and sky Drank its inspiring radiance , and the wind Swept strongly from the shore , blackening the waves . Following his eager soul , the ...
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... mighty trees , that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting , yet distorting every cloud , A pool of treacherous and tremendous calm . Seized by the sway of the ascending stream , With dizzy ...
... mighty trees , that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting , yet distorting every cloud , A pool of treacherous and tremendous calm . Seized by the sway of the ascending stream , With dizzy ...
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... mighty streams , Dim tracts and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling their flames with twilight , on the verge Of the remote horizon . The near scene , In naked and severe simplicity ...
... mighty streams , Dim tracts and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling their flames with twilight , on the verge Of the remote horizon . The near scene , In naked and severe simplicity ...
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... mighty voice invokes thee . Ruin calls His brother Death . A rare and regal prey He hath prepared , prowling around the world ; Glutted with which thou mayst repose , and men Go to their graves like flowers or creeping worms , Nor ever ...
... mighty voice invokes thee . Ruin calls His brother Death . A rare and regal prey He hath prepared , prowling around the world ; Glutted with which thou mayst repose , and men Go to their graves like flowers or creeping worms , Nor ever ...
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... mighty horn suspended , With whose dun beams inwoven darkness seemed To mingle . Now upon the jaggèd hills It rests , and still as the divided frame Of the vast meteor sunk , the Poet's blood , That ever beat in mystic sympathy With ...
... mighty horn suspended , With whose dun beams inwoven darkness seemed To mingle . Now upon the jaggèd hills It rests , and still as the divided frame Of the vast meteor sunk , the Poet's blood , That ever beat in mystic sympathy With ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beauty beneath blue bosom bowers breath bright brow burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dome doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame fled fleeting river floating flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears hues human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN mighty mind mingled moon morning motion mountains mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rain rocks round Sensitive Plant shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tower tremble veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
Popular passages
Page 303 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Page 167 - 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. 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.
Page 125 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Page 138 - 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!
Page 165 - Sunbeam-proof, 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. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the oceail and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
Page 65 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away, and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? — Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river ; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown •, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom ; why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency...
Page 170 - 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.
Page 330 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Page 297 - Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else survive...
Page 293 - As Albion wails for thee : the curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest!