Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... copies , which had been sold , and also told the name of his employer . The secret of the authorship was kept by Horace Smith , who said only that the work had been sent to him from Pisa . The drama was suggested by the affair of Queen ...
... copies , which had been sold , and also told the name of his employer . The secret of the authorship was kept by Horace Smith , who said only that the work had been sent to him from Pisa . The drama was suggested by the affair of Queen ...
Strana 42
... copies , at London in the summer of 1821 , under the imprint of S. & R. Bentley for C. & J. Ollier . The poem was composed at Pisa during the first weeks of 1821 . The lady who inspired it was Teresa Emilia Viviani , eldest daughter of ...
... copies , at London in the summer of 1821 , under the imprint of S. & R. Bentley for C. & J. Ollier . The poem was composed at Pisa during the first weeks of 1821 . The lady who inspired it was Teresa Emilia Viviani , eldest daughter of ...
Strana 68
... copies were sent to London to be issued by Ollier . The poem was composed at Pisa between the last days of May and June 11 or , at the latest , June 16 , 1821. Keats died February 23 , 1821 , at Rome . The Pisan text is modified by ...
... copies were sent to London to be issued by Ollier . The poem was composed at Pisa between the last days of May and June 11 or , at the latest , June 16 , 1821. Keats died February 23 , 1821 , at Rome . The Pisan text is modified by ...
Strana 96
... copy of Hellas referred to here as Shelley , n . d . , in the possession of Mr. C. W. Frederickson . The Prologue was published by Dr. Garnett in Relics of Shelley , 1862 , from the Boscombe MSS . To HIS EXCELLENCY PRINCE ALEXANDER ...
... copy of Hellas referred to here as Shelley , n . d . , in the possession of Mr. C. W. Frederickson . The Prologue was published by Dr. Garnett in Relics of Shelley , 1862 , from the Boscombe MSS . To HIS EXCELLENCY PRINCE ALEXANDER ...
Strana 242
... Copy of Browning MS . 3 When , omit , Harvard MS . 4 shining || burning , Harvard MS . , The Liberal , 1822 . 7 Hath led , Browning MS . , The Liberal , 1822 || Has borne , Harvard MS .; has led , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . ii . 3 The ...
... Copy of Browning MS . 3 When , omit , Harvard MS . 4 shining || burning , Harvard MS . , The Liberal , 1822 . 7 Hath led , Browning MS . , The Liberal , 1822 || Has borne , Harvard MS .; has led , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . ii . 3 The ...
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Strana 274 - 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.
Strana 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Strana 223 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Strana 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Strana 346 - 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?
Strana 89 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Strana 222 - 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.
Strana 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Strana 245 - 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.
Strana 270 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.