Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Band 34Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 |
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... looks , where whoso gazes Faints , entangled in their mazes . Child of Light ! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them ; 13272 As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 13271.
... looks , where whoso gazes Faints , entangled in their mazes . Child of Light ! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them ; 13272 As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 13271.
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... looks , that hope poured forth in prayer , Even till the heart is vacant and despairs , Should all be vain ! The ... look upon Thee , light of life , dead , dark ! while I say " sister " To hear I have no sister ; and thou , mother ...
... looks , that hope poured forth in prayer , Even till the heart is vacant and despairs , Should all be vain ! The ... look upon Thee , light of life , dead , dark ! while I say " sister " To hear I have no sister ; and thou , mother ...
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... Look on my works , ye Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal wreck , boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away . I THE INDIAN SERENADE ARISE from dreams of thee In the first ...
... Look on my works , ye Mighty , and despair ! " Nothing beside remains . Round the decay Of that colossal wreck , boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away . I THE INDIAN SERENADE ARISE from dreams of thee In the first ...
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... 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 . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride , and fear ; If we were things born ...
... 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 . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride , and fear ; If we were things born ...
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... look , SINC I never once dreamt of my vine : May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine ! I prized every hour that went by , Beyond all that had pleased me before ; But now they are past , and I sigh ; And I ...
... look , SINC I never once dreamt of my vine : May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine ! I prized every hour that went by , Beyond all that had pleased me before ; But now they are past , and I sigh ; And I ...
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Seite 13289 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Seite 13283 - ... flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 13384 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Seite 13289 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 13620 - But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or •what ye shall speak; for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.
Seite 13298 - As — she may not be fond to resign. 1 have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed.
Seite 13257 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Seite 13292 - With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ;— Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams : And gliding and springing, She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep ; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Then Alpheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook ; And opened a chasm In the rocks; — with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
Seite 13272 - Our Adonais has drunk poison - oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Seite 13284 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.