Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 18
... silent ! get to hell ! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen . Well , Lord Mammon , This is a pretty business ! [ Exit the RAT . MAMMON I will go And spell some scheme to make it ugly then . Enter SWELLFOOT She is returned ...
... silent ! get to hell ! or I will call The cat out of the kitchen . Well , Lord Mammon , This is a pretty business ! [ Exit the RAT . MAMMON I will go And spell some scheme to make it ugly then . Enter SWELLFOOT She is returned ...
Strana 63
... silent night Is measured by the pants of their calm sleep . Be this our home in life , and when years heap Their withered hours , like leaves , on our decay , Let us become the overhanging day , The living soul of this Elysian isle ...
... silent night Is measured by the pants of their calm sleep . Be this our home in life , and when years heap Their withered hours , like leaves , on our decay , Let us become the overhanging day , The living soul of this Elysian isle ...
Strana 82
... silent lightning leaves the starless night ! Leave me not ! " cried Urania ; her distress Roused Death ; Death rose and smiled , and met her vain caress . 66 XXVI ' Stay yet awhile ! speak to me once again ; Kiss me , so long but as a ...
... silent lightning leaves the starless night ! Leave me not ! " cried Urania ; her distress Roused Death ; Death rose and smiled , and met her vain caress . 66 XXVI ' Stay yet awhile ! speak to me once again ; Kiss me , so long but as a ...
Strana 86
... Silent with expectation of the song , Whose master's hand is cold , whose silver lyre un- strung . XXXVII Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier chastisement from me , Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ...
... Silent with expectation of the song , Whose master's hand is cold , whose silver lyre un- strung . XXXVII Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier chastisement from me , Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ...
Strana 90
... Silent alone amid an Heaven of song . Assume thy wingèd throne , thou Vesper of our throng ! " XLVII Who mourns for Adonais ? Oh , come forth , Fond wretch ! and know thyself and him aright . Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous ...
... Silent alone amid an Heaven of song . Assume thy wingèd throne , thou Vesper of our throng ! " XLVII Who mourns for Adonais ? Oh , come forth , Fond wretch ! and know thyself and him aright . Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous ...
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Adonais AHASUERUS Apennine azure beams beauty beneath blood blue Boscombe bosom breath bright calm cancelled clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Dowden dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers Forman Frederickson Garnett gentle Gisborne gleam golden grave Greece green Harvard heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith hour Hunt Iona isle Lechlade Lerici light LINES WRITTEN living Lord Byron MAHMUD Medwin mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains Naples night o'er ocean odor Ollier omit Ozymandias pale poem Prometheus Unbound Published PURGANAX rain Rossetti conj round ruin SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadows Shelley from Pisa Shelley's Note silent sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey soul sound spirit Stacey stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower transcript Trelawny tyrant veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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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.