 Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings...  Alastor: Or, The Spirit of Solitude, and Other Poems - Pàgina 3per Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1886 - 101 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 pàgines
...; I have watched 20 Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In <charnels...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, 30 Like... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...only ; I have watch'd Thy shadow, and the darkness of (hy steps, And my heart ever (*aze& on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels...trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questioning» Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...heart ever gaze» on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. 1 have made my bed In ehamob and on cofiins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness Like... | |
 | 1901 - 770 pàgines
...its passion to carry the inner fortress of truth by assault, with the proud engines of the Faith : ' Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are.i Was a fervour such as this to be spent upon secular collections of curious information... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 pàgines
...only : I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps records of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine,... | |
 | 1835 - 596 pàgines
...watch'd Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And ray heart ever gazes on tbe depth Of thy vast mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like... | |
 | 1835 - 616 pàgines
...shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart erer gazes on the depth Of thy rast mysteries. I bave made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In chamels and on Collins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won...some lone ghost. Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness. Like... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pàgines
...only : I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps records of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 410 pàgines
...only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels...some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness, Like... | |
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