Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 35
... pains which its ingredients cost Might have maintained some dozen families A winter or two not more - Could scarcely disagree . - so plain a dish SWELLFOOT After the trial , And these fastidious Pigs are gone , perhaps I may recover my ...
... pains which its ingredients cost Might have maintained some dozen families A winter or two not more - Could scarcely disagree . - so plain a dish SWELLFOOT After the trial , And these fastidious Pigs are gone , perhaps I may recover my ...
Strana 38
... - bearers in the van of Change . Be they th ' appointed stewards , to fill The lap of Pain , and Toil , and Age ! Remit , O Queen ! thy accustomed rage ! Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and 38 [ II . ii . 76-99 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
... - bearers in the van of Change . Be they th ' appointed stewards , to fill The lap of Pain , and Toil , and Age ! Remit , O Queen ! thy accustomed rage ! Be what thou art not ! In voice faint and 38 [ II . ii . 76-99 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
Strana 54
... pain , When , like a noonday dawn , there shone again Deliverance . One stood on my path who seemed As like the glorious shape , which I had dreamed , As is the Moon , whose changes ever run Into themselves , to the eternal Sun ; The ...
... pain , When , like a noonday dawn , there shone again Deliverance . One stood on my path who seemed As like the glorious shape , which I had dreamed , As is the Moon , whose changes ever run Into themselves , to the eternal Sun ; The ...
Strana 60
... pain . And every motion , odor , beam , and tone , With that deep music is in unison , Which is a soul within the soul ; they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream . It is an isle ' twixt Heaven , Air , Earth , and Sea , Cradled and ...
... pain . And every motion , odor , beam , and tone , With that deep music is in unison , Which is a soul within the soul ; they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream . It is an isle ' twixt Heaven , Air , Earth , and Sea , Cradled and ...
Strana 64
... your Sovereign's feet , " We are the masters of thy slave ; What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine ? " Then call your sisters from Oblivion's cave , All singing loud : " Love's very pain is sweet 64 [ 566-595 EPIPSYCHIDION.
... your Sovereign's feet , " We are the masters of thy slave ; What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine ? " Then call your sisters from Oblivion's cave , All singing loud : " Love's very pain is sweet 64 [ 566-595 EPIPSYCHIDION.
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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.