The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603 páginas |
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... Words- among it gems of the purest lustre , the brilliancy worth contends that a proper poetic diction is a of which time will not deaden until the universal language taken from the mouths of men in gene- voice of nature be heard no ...
... Words- among it gems of the purest lustre , the brilliancy worth contends that a proper poetic diction is a of which time will not deaden until the universal language taken from the mouths of men in gene- voice of nature be heard no ...
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... word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night as I my weary head did pillow With thoughts of my dissever'd ... words untrue , O place your hand upon my heart- Feel how it throbs for you ! Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim ...
... word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night as I my weary head did pillow With thoughts of my dissever'd ... words untrue , O place your hand upon my heart- Feel how it throbs for you ! Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim ...
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... words Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith ) Held commune with that warrior - maid of France In this bad World as in a place of Tombs , And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead . ' Twas the cold season , when the Rustic's ...
... words Witness'd by answering deeds may claim our Faith ) Held commune with that warrior - maid of France In this bad World as in a place of Tombs , And touch'd not the pollutions of the Dead . ' Twas the cold season , when the Rustic's ...
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... words Who , playing tricks with conscience , dare not look. O Liberty ! with profitless endeavor Have I pursued thee , many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human ...
... words Who , playing tricks with conscience , dare not look. O Liberty ! with profitless endeavor Have I pursued thee , many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human ...
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... words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father , Becomes a fluent phraseman , absolute And technical in victories and defeats , And all our dainty terms for fratricide ; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like ...
... words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father , Becomes a fluent phraseman , absolute And technical in victories and defeats , And all our dainty terms for fratricide ; Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues Like ...
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AHASUERUS ALHADRA ALVAR arms art thou BATHORY BEATRICE beneath BETHLEN blood breath bright BUTLER calm CASIMIR CENCI child clouds COUNTESS curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death deep DEMOGORGON doth dream Duke earth Egra EMERICK eyes fair faith father fear feel flowers gaze gentle GLYCINE hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI lady Laon LASKA light living look look'd Lord mind moon mother mountains night o'er OCTAVIO ORDONIO pale PANTHEA pass'd pause Piccolomini poison'd PROMETHEUS QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE seem'd SEMICHORUS shadow silent sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet tears TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou art thought throne trembling truth tyrant VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN waves wild wind wings words youth ZAPOLYA
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Página 464 - 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...
Página 76 - 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.
Página 78 - 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!
Página 76 - 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.
Página 72 - 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...
Página 465 - 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.
Página 74 - 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...
Página 48 - 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...
Página 76 - 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.
Página 78 - 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.