PublicationsReeves and Turner., 1888 - 92 páginas |
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... speak , I seek Speak to me . Leave me not . - When morn did come , When evening fell upon our common home , When for one hour we parted , -do not frown : I would not chide thee , though thy faith is broken : But turn to me . Oh ! by ...
... speak , I seek Speak to me . Leave me not . - When morn did come , When evening fell upon our common home , When for one hour we parted , -do not frown : I would not chide thee , though thy faith is broken : But turn to me . Oh ! by ...
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... speak , Speak to me . Leave me not . - When morn did come , When evening fell upon our common home , When for one hour we parted , -do not frown 4 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... speak , Speak to me . Leave me not . - When morn did come , When evening fell upon our common home , When for one hour we parted , -do not frown 4 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... speak : But day by day , week after week , I walked about like a corpse alive ! Alas ! sweet friend , you must believe This heart is stone : it did not break . My father lived a little while , But all might see that he was dying , He ...
... speak : But day by day , week after week , I walked about like a corpse alive ! Alas ! sweet friend , you must believe This heart is stone : it did not break . My father lived a little while , But all might see that he was dying , He ...
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... speak : Oh let me weep ! The tears which fell from her wan eyes Glimmered among the moonlight dew : Her deep hard sobs and heavy sighs Their echoes in the darkness threw . When she grew calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale ...
... speak : Oh let me weep ! The tears which fell from her wan eyes Glimmered among the moonlight dew : Her deep hard sobs and heavy sighs Their echoes in the darkness threw . When she grew calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale ...
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... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . HELEN . O speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own : I thought that grief ROSALIND AND HELEN . 31.
... thought Its lying forms were worthy aught And much less thee . HELEN . O speak not so , But come to me and pour thy woe Into this heart , full though it be , Aye overflowing with its own : I thought that grief ROSALIND AND HELEN . 31.
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Página 80 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
Página 73 - Apennine In the south dimly islanded ; And the Alps, whose snows are spread High between the clouds and sun ; And of living things each one ; And my spirit, which so long Darkened this swift stream of song, — Interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky...
Página 82 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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...
Página 81 - That thou, O awful Loveliness, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express.
Página 48 - Heardst thou not sweet words among That heaven-resounding minstrelsy ! - Heardst thou not, that those who die Awake in a world of ecstasy ? That love, when limbs are interwoven, And sleep, when the night of life is cloven, And thought, to the world's dim boundaries clinging, And music, when one beloved is singing, Is death ? Let us drain right joyously The cup which the sweet bird fills for me.
Página 64 - On the level quivering line Of the waters crystalline ; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire...
Página 71 - In thine halls the lamp of learning, Padua, now no more is burning; Like a meteor whose wild way Is lost over the grave of day, It gleams betrayed and to betray.
Página 69 - Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow, Or worse ; but 'tis a bitter woe That love or reason cannot change The despot's rage, the slave's revenge.
Página 82 - 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 78 - Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, — why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?