The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 страници |
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... Pale roamer through the night ! thou poor forlorn ! " ib . Lines written in the Album at Elbingerode , in the Hartz Forest - " Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled " ib . On observing a Blossom on the 1st of Feb- ruary , 1796 " Thou ...
... Pale roamer through the night ! thou poor forlorn ! " ib . Lines written in the Album at Elbingerode , in the Hartz Forest - " Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled " ib . On observing a Blossom on the 1st of Feb- ruary , 1796 " Thou ...
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... pale orb to shroud Behind the gather'd blackness lost on high ; And when thou dartest from the wind - rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awaken'd sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful ...
... pale orb to shroud Behind the gather'd blackness lost on high ; And when thou dartest from the wind - rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awaken'd sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful ...
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... pale her cheek , ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listen'd to thy lay ...
... pale her cheek , ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listen'd to thy lay ...
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... pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere Morn with living gems bedight Purples the East with streaky light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the rosy gleam , Soothed by the ...
... pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere Morn with living gems bedight Purples the East with streaky light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the rosy gleam , Soothed by the ...
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... pale Transparent grace thy beauties meek ; Yet ere again along the empurpling vale , The purpling vale and elfin - haunted grove , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply ...
... pale Transparent grace thy beauties meek ; Yet ere again along the empurpling vale , The purpling vale and elfin - haunted grove , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...