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... eyes , the lofty promise of Alastor . It had been preceded by a pamphlet , bearing the name of " The Hermit of Marlow " as author , on the subject of parliamentary re- form . Laon and Cythna was a dainty dish to set before the British ...
... eyes , the lofty promise of Alastor . It had been preceded by a pamphlet , bearing the name of " The Hermit of Marlow " as author , on the subject of parliamentary re- form . Laon and Cythna was a dainty dish to set before the British ...
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... eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark - blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep ... eye hath ne'er beheld A shape so wild , so bright , so beautiful , As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep ...
... eyes are closed , And on their lids , whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark - blue orbs beneath , The baby Sleep ... eye hath ne'er beheld A shape so wild , so bright , so beautiful , As that which o'er the maiden's charmed sleep ...
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... eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn and move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave , for mine and me , Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! " It ceased and from the mute and moveless frame A radiant Spirit rose , All ...
... eyes , Or through thy frame doth burn and move , Or think or feel , awake , arise ! Spirit , leave , for mine and me , Earth's unsubstantial mimicry ! " It ceased and from the mute and moveless frame A radiant Spirit rose , All ...
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... eye Might ken that rolling orb ; None but a spirit's eye , And in no other place But that celestial dwelling , might behold Each action of this Earth's inhabitants . But matter , space , and time , In those aërial mansions cease to act ...
... eye Might ken that rolling orb ; None but a spirit's eye , And in no other place But that celestial dwelling , might behold Each action of this Earth's inhabitants . But matter , space , and time , In those aërial mansions cease to act ...
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... eye of shipwrecked mariner Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems unlinked contingency and chance ... eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose chains and massy walls We feel but ...
... eye of shipwrecked mariner Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock , All seems unlinked contingency and chance ... eyes in wavering light , Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison , Whose chains and massy walls We feel but ...
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425 ÆäÀÌÁö - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
459 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
480 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...
397 ÆäÀÌÁö - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely. He doth bear 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...
459 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing! Asia My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan? doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
502 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
445 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 !
519 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know. But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow ; A people starved and stabbed in the...