Complete Poetical Works, Volum 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beauty beneath blood Boscombe bosom breath bright calm cancelled clouds cold Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight Dowden dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flowers Forman Galignani gentle Gisborne grave Greece green grief Harvard heart heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith hour human Hunt Ianthe Iona leaves Lechlade Lerici light LINES WRITTEN living Lord Byron MAHMUD Medwin mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains Naples never night o'er ocean odor Ollier Ozymandias pale poem Prometheus Unbound Published by Garnett PURGANAX rain Rossetti conj round ruin SEMICHORUS Serchio shadows Shelley from Pisa Shelley's Note silent sleep smile soft song 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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.