The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 Seiten |
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... waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme ...
... waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme ...
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... waves with loud unquiet song Dash'd o'er the rocky channel froth along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou lingerer , Light ! Eve saddens into Night ...
... waves with loud unquiet song Dash'd o'er the rocky channel froth along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou lingerer , Light ! Eve saddens into Night ...
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... waves rush'd in fast : The old Raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls-- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet ...
... waves rush'd in fast : The old Raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls-- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet ...
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... waves the tempting green ! Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of woe ! For much I fear me that he lives like thee , Half famish'd in a land of luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither ...
... waves the tempting green ! Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of woe ! For much I fear me that he lives like thee , Half famish'd in a land of luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither ...
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... waves of the Sea ? Not always in Caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the Tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlòma In the steps of my beauty I stray'd ; The Warriors beheld Ninathoma , And they blessed the ...
... waves of the Sea ? Not always in Caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the Tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlòma In the steps of my beauty I stray'd ; The Warriors beheld Ninathoma , And they blessed the ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...