The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd " No " -how little meant ! Sweet falsehood that endears consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft ...
... breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd " No " -how little meant ! Sweet falsehood that endears consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft ...
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... Breath , —the Living God . Guiding his course or by Niemi lake Such symphony requires best instrument . Seize , then ! my soul ! from Freedom's trophied dome , The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Of Brutus and Leonidas ...
... Breath , —the Living God . Guiding his course or by Niemi lake Such symphony requires best instrument . Seize , then ! my soul ! from Freedom's trophied dome , The Harp which hangeth high between the Shields Of Brutus and Leonidas ...
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... breath of healing , That his sick body might have ease and rest ; He strove in vain ! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing , Though Nature forced ; though like some captive guest , Some royal ...
... breath of healing , That his sick body might have ease and rest ; He strove in vain ! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing , Though Nature forced ; though like some captive guest , Some royal ...
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... breathing subtlest damps , Mix'd their own venom with the rain from Heaven , That I woke poison'd ! But , all praise to ... breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its ...
... breathing subtlest damps , Mix'd their own venom with the rain from Heaven , That I woke poison'd ! But , all praise to ... breath , Send up cold waters to the traveller With soft and even pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny cone of sand its ...
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... breath . Beneath the foulest Mother's curse No child could ever thrive : A Mother is a Mother still , The holiest thing alive . So five month's pass'd : the Mother still Would never heal the strife ; But Edward was a loving man , And ...
... breath . Beneath the foulest Mother's curse No child could ever thrive : A Mother is a Mother still , The holiest thing alive . So five month's pass'd : the Mother still Would never heal the strife ; But Edward was a loving man , And ...
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464 ÆäÀÌÁö - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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!
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends...
465 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - I fear thee and thy glittering eye. And thy skinny hand so brown." — " Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. I...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 swound.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.