The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume, 1±ÇA. and W. Galignani, 1829 - 575ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... tears! Beloved Woman! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking eye, Or Mirth's untimely din? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness, When aches the void within. But why with sable wand unblessed ...
... tears! Beloved Woman! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking eye, Or Mirth's untimely din? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness, When aches the void within. But why with sable wand unblessed ...
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... tear That ever on a Patriot's furrow'd cheek Fit channel found; and she had drain'd the bowl In the mere wilfulness, and sick ... tears. O pleasant days of Ilope—for ever gone! Could I recall you!—But that thought is vain. Availeth not ...
... tear That ever on a Patriot's furrow'd cheek Fit channel found; and she had drain'd the bowl In the mere wilfulness, and sick ... tears. O pleasant days of Ilope—for ever gone! Could I recall you!—But that thought is vain. Availeth not ...
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... tear: Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here! LiNES iN the MANNER of spens Ea. 0 Peace' that on a lilied bank dost ... tears and Sobs, my little Life! I did but snatch away the unclasp'd Knife: Some safer Toy will soon arrest thine eye ...
... tear: Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here! LiNES iN the MANNER of spens Ea. 0 Peace' that on a lilied bank dost ... tears and Sobs, my little Life! I did but snatch away the unclasp'd Knife: Some safer Toy will soon arrest thine eye ...
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... tears! Beloved Woman! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking eye, Or Mirth's untimely din? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness, When aches the void within. But why with sable wand unblessed ...
... tears! Beloved Woman! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking eye, Or Mirth's untimely din? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness, When aches the void within. But why with sable wand unblessed ...
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... tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud, & To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ...
... tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud, & To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ...
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32 ÆäÀÌÁö - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— 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.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
63 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!
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love's Philosophy 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. Why not I with thine...
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.