Poems Narrative, Elegiac & VisionaryJ.M. Dent and Company, 1899 - 307 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... smile 290 Of desperate hope wrinkled his quivering lips . For sleep , he knew , kept most relentlessly Its precious charge , and silent death exposed , The Choras- mian shore He Faithless perhaps as sleep , a shadowy lure , THE SPIRIT ...
... smile 290 Of desperate hope wrinkled his quivering lips . For sleep , he knew , kept most relentlessly Its precious charge , and silent death exposed , The Choras- mian shore He Faithless perhaps as sleep , a shadowy lure , THE SPIRIT ...
Pàgina 14
... smile mocking its own strange in a frail boat charms . Startled by his own thoughts he looked around . There was no fair fiend near him , not a sight Or sound of awe but in his own deep mind . A little shallop floating near the shore ...
... smile mocking its own strange in a frail boat charms . Startled by his own thoughts he looked around . There was no fair fiend near him , not a sight Or sound of awe but in his own deep mind . A little shallop floating near the shore ...
Pàgina 24
... smile Even in the lap of horror . Ivy clasped The fissured stones with its entwining arms , And did embower with leaves for ever green , 580 And berries dark , the smooth and even space Of its inviolated floor , and here The children of ...
... smile Even in the lap of horror . Ivy clasped The fissured stones with its entwining arms , And did embower with leaves for ever green , 580 And berries dark , the smooth and even space Of its inviolated floor , and here The children of ...
Pàgina 26
... smiling : -his last sight Was the great moon , which o'er the western line Of the wide world her mighty horn suspended , With whose dun beams inwoven darkness seemed To mingle . Now upon the jagged hills It rests , and still as the ...
... smiling : -his last sight Was the great moon , which o'er the western line Of the wide world her mighty horn suspended , With whose dun beams inwoven darkness seemed To mingle . Now upon the jagged hills It rests , and still as the ...
Pàgina 34
... smiles would hang and blend With his wise words ; and eyes whose arrowy light Shone like the reflex of a thousand minds . He was the last whom superstition's blight . Had spared in Greece - the blight that cramps . and blinds , - And in ...
... smiles would hang and blend With his wise words ; and eyes whose arrowy light Shone like the reflex of a thousand minds . He was the last whom superstition's blight . Had spared in Greece - the blight that cramps . and blinds , - And in ...
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agony art thou azure beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm cheek clouds cold curses dæmon dark dead death deep delight despair dream Dryope dust earth eternal eyes faint fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Ginevra golden golden air grave green grew grey grief hair hear heard heart heaven HELEN human voice Imperious inquisition isles JOHN KEATS lady Leigh Hunt light limbs lips living looked Maddalo mind misanthropy moon mountains ne'er never night nursling o'er outface Padua pain pale passed pent PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poem Prometheus Unbound Rosalind round sate scorn or hate seek self-compassion shadow Shelley shriek silence sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit star strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought truth veil Venice voice waves weep wild wind wings wonder words wouldst wrought youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 113 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Pàgina 115 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Pàgina 105 - Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow...
Pàgina 113 - Pass, till the spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...
Pàgina 115 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pàgina 106 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pàgina 110 - 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' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Pàgina 120 - As Albion wails for thee : the "curse of Cain Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast, And scared the angel soul that was its earthly guest...
Pàgina 109 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.