The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume, Volumen1A. and W. Galignani, 1829 - 575 páginas |
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... head. But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd, That never thou dost sport along the glade? And (most unlike the nature of things young) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate, Meek Child of ...
... head. But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd, That never thou dost sport along the glade? And (most unlike the nature of things young) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung? Do thy prophetic fears anticipate, Meek Child of ...
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... head beneath an Olive Tree, I would, that from the pinions of thy Dove One quill withouten pain ypluck'd might be For O' I wish my Sara's frowns to flee, And fain to her some soothing song would write, Lest she resent my rude ...
... head beneath an Olive Tree, I would, that from the pinions of thy Dove One quill withouten pain ypluck'd might be For O' I wish my Sara's frowns to flee, And fain to her some soothing song would write, Lest she resent my rude ...
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... head. My Father! throw away this tatter'd vest That mocks thy shivering! take my garment—use A young man's arm! I'll melt these frozen dews That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast. My Sara too shall tend thee, like a Child ...
... head. My Father! throw away this tatter'd vest That mocks thy shivering! take my garment—use A young man's arm! I'll melt these frozen dews That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast. My Sara too shall tend thee, like a Child ...
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... head beneath an Olive Tree, I would, that from the pinions of thy Dove One quill withouten pain ypluck'd might be For o: I wish my Sara's frowns to flee, And fain to her some soothing song would write, best she resent my rude ...
... head beneath an Olive Tree, I would, that from the pinions of thy Dove One quill withouten pain ypluck'd might be For o: I wish my Sara's frowns to flee, And fain to her some soothing song would write, best she resent my rude ...
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... head - – • Hush!" quoth the sage, a you've been misled, No quarrels now—let's all make head— Pou drove the poor Ox mad!" As thus I sat in careless chat, With the morning's wet newspaper, In eager haste, without his hat, As blind and ...
... head - – • Hush!" quoth the sage, a you've been misled, No quarrels now—let's all make head— Pou drove the poor Ox mad!" As thus I sat in careless chat, With the morning's wet newspaper, In eager haste, without his hat, As blind and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms beneath blood brother calm child clouds comes command Count countess dare dark dead dear death deep dream Duke earth Emperor Enter eyes face fair faith fall fancy father fear feel follow force give Glycine hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human Illo king lady Laska leave light live look Lord mean meet mind morning mother moved nature never night o'er octavio once pause poor present remain rest round SCENE seek shape sleep smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars strange sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought true trust truth turn voice wallenstein whole wild wish young youth
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Página 32 - 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.
Página 38 - 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.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 63 - 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!
Página 59 - 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...
Página 140 - 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...
Página 51 - 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...
Página 43 - 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!
Página 15 - 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...
Página 51 - 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.