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15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... slaves of men , and of the human frame A mechanized automaton . When Nero High over flaming Rome with savage joy Loured like a fiend , drank with enraptured ear The shrieks of agonizing death , beheld The frightful desolation spread ...
... slaves of men , and of the human frame A mechanized automaton . When Nero High over flaming Rome with savage joy Loured like a fiend , drank with enraptured ear The shrieks of agonizing death , beheld The frightful desolation spread ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... slavery ? his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving ... slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when Force And Falsehood hang even o'er the cradled ...
... slavery ? his soul Blasted with withering curses ; placed afar The meteor happiness , that shuns his grasp , But serving ... slaves cease to proclaim that man Inherits vice and misery , when Force And Falsehood hang even o'er the cradled ...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... slaves Whose life has been a penance for its crimes : And Heaven , a meed for those who dare belie Their human nature , quake , believe , and cringe Before the mockeries of earthly power . These tools the tyrant tempers to his work ...
... slaves Whose life has been a penance for its crimes : And Heaven , a meed for those who dare belie Their human nature , quake , believe , and cringe Before the mockeries of earthly power . These tools the tyrant tempers to his work ...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö
... slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ? Dost thou not cry , ere night's long rack is o'er , " When will the morning come ? " Is not thy youth A vain and feverish dream of ...
... slave that e'er Crawled on the loathing earth ? Are not thy days Days of unsatisfying listlessness ? Dost thou not cry , ere night's long rack is o'er , " When will the morning come ? " Is not thy youth A vain and feverish dream of ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... will ( Even as the slaves by force or famine driven Beneath a vulgar master ) to perform A task of cold and brutal drudgery ; - Hardened to hope , insensible to fear , Scarce living QUEEN MAB . 23 The World's Wanderers.
... will ( Even as the slaves by force or famine driven Beneath a vulgar master ) to perform A task of cold and brutal drudgery ; - Hardened to hope , insensible to fear , Scarce living QUEEN MAB . 23 The World's Wanderers.
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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...