Early PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1888 - 319 páginas |
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... pale, the cold, and the moony smile) . 15 Mutability (We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon) . . . . . . .16 To Wordsworth 17 Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte . 18 A Summer- Evening Churchyard, Lechlade ...
... pale, the cold, and the moony smile) . 15 Mutability (We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon) . . . . . . .16 To Wordsworth 17 Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte . 18 A Summer- Evening Churchyard, Lechlade ...
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... pale , the cold , and the moony smile ) Mutability ( We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon ) . To Wordsworth Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte A Summer - Evening Churchyard , Lechlade , Gloucester- shire ( 1815 ) ...
... pale , the cold , and the moony smile ) Mutability ( We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon ) . To Wordsworth Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte A Summer - Evening Churchyard , Lechlade , Gloucester- shire ( 1815 ) ...
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... pale beam of even : Away ! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon , And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven . Pause not the time is past ! Every voice cries " Away ! " Tempt not with one last glance thy ...
... pale beam of even : Away ! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon , And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven . Pause not the time is past ! Every voice cries " Away ! " Tempt not with one last glance thy ...
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... pale , the cold , and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their ...
... pale , the cold , and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their ...
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... pale , beloved ; The wind made thy bosom chill ; The night did shed On thy dear head Its frozen dew , and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky Might visit thee at will . November 1815 . POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816 . THE ...
... pale , beloved ; The wind made thy bosom chill ; The night did shed On thy dear head Its frozen dew , and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky Might visit thee at will . November 1815 . POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816 . THE ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anarchs Apennine art thou azure Baubo beams beneath blood blue bowers breast breath bright burning burst calm cave chameleons chasm city of death clouds cold dark dead death deep didst divine dome dost doth double planet dream earth eternal eyes faint fair Lady Faust fear flame fleeting river flowers gentle ghosts gleams glory glory rides golden grass grave green hair heap hear heart heaven hope hues isle Lady leaves LECHLADE light lips living lone Mephistopheles mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains night nursling o'er ocean odours painted veil pale rain rocks round ruin save the Queen shadow silent sleep smile snow soft song SOPHIA STACEY soul sound spirit stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb tower vale veil voice wandering waves weep wert Whilst wild winds wings
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Página 115 - The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 114 - 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.
Página 84 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Página 83 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast...
Página 113 - 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.
Página 123 - 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.
Página 67 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 24 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, — where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Página 118 - And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light ; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.
Página 176 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.