The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: complete in one volumeCrissy & Markley, no.4, Minor street., 1847 - 607ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Dear native brook ! like Peace , so placidly Smoothing through fertile fields thy current meek ! Dear native brook ! where first young Poesy Stared wildly - eager in her noontide dream ! Where blameless pleasures dimple Quiet's cheek ...
... Dear native brook ! like Peace , so placidly Smoothing through fertile fields thy current meek ! Dear native brook ! where first young Poesy Stared wildly - eager in her noontide dream ! Where blameless pleasures dimple Quiet's cheek ...
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... dear her shores and circling ocean , Though many friendships , many youthful loves Had swoln the patriot emotion , And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves ; Yet still my voice , unalter'd , sang defeat To all that braved ...
... dear her shores and circling ocean , Though many friendships , many youthful loves Had swoln the patriot emotion , And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves ; Yet still my voice , unalter'd , sang defeat To all that braved ...
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... dear Britain ! O my Mother Isle ! Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me , a son , a brother , and a friend , A husband , and a father ! who revere All bonds of natural love , and find them all Within the limits of thy ...
... dear Britain ! O my Mother Isle ! Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me , a son , a brother , and a friend , A husband , and a father ! who revere All bonds of natural love , and find them all Within the limits of thy ...
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... dear Genevieve , It sighs and trembles most for thee ! O come , and hear what cruel , wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie . Few Sorrows hath she of her own , My hope , my joy , my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs that ...
... dear Genevieve , It sighs and trembles most for thee ! O come , and hear what cruel , wrongs Befell the Dark Ladie . Few Sorrows hath she of her own , My hope , my joy , my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs that ...
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... dear name , with her own auburn hair ! That forced to wander till sweet spring return , I yet might ne'er forget her smile , her look , Her voice ( that even in her mirthful mood Has made me wish to steal away and weep ) , Nor yet the ...
... dear name , with her own auburn hair ! That forced to wander till sweet spring return , I yet might ne'er forget her smile , her look , Her voice ( that even in her mirthful mood Has made me wish to steal away and weep ) , Nor yet the ...
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483 ÆäÀÌÁö - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him. First Voice. But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind ? Second Voice.
461 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
409 ÆäÀÌÁö - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me, Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome, those caves of ice, And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!