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... fear lest his other children should be taken from him ; and he finally determined to leave England and settle in Italy , being partly led thereto by the state of his health , for which he was advised to try a warm climate . The private ...
... fear lest his other children should be taken from him ; and he finally determined to leave England and settle in Italy , being partly led thereto by the state of his health , for which he was advised to try a warm climate . The private ...
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... fear it is better fitted to injure than to serve the sacred cause of freedom . ' Queen Mab , as Shelley here states , was pri- vately issued . The name of the printer was cut out of nearly all copies , for fear of prose- cution . The ...
... fear it is better fitted to injure than to serve the sacred cause of freedom . ' Queen Mab , as Shelley here states , was pri- vately issued . The name of the printer was cut out of nearly all copies , for fear of prose- cution . The ...
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... fears , 160 To shrink at every sound , to quench the flame Of natural love in sensualism , to know That hour as blest when on his worthless days The frozen hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease ...
... fears , 160 To shrink at every sound , to quench the flame Of natural love in sensualism , to know That hour as blest when on his worthless days The frozen hand of death shall set its seal , Yet fear the cure , though hating the disease ...
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... fear , - Scarce living pulleys of a dead machine , Mere wheels of work and articles of trade , That grace the proud and noisy pomp of wealth ! ' The harmony and happiness of man Yields to the wealth of nations ; that which lifts 80 His ...
... fear , - Scarce living pulleys of a dead machine , Mere wheels of work and articles of trade , That grace the proud and noisy pomp of wealth ! ' The harmony and happiness of man Yields to the wealth of nations ; that which lifts 80 His ...
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... fear , Calm as a voyager to some distant land , 60 And full of wonder , full of hope as he . The deadly germs of languor and disease Died in the human frame , and purity Blessed with all gifts her earthly worship- pers . How vigorous ...
... fear , Calm as a voyager to some distant land , 60 And full of wonder , full of hope as he . The deadly germs of languor and disease Died in the human frame , and purity Blessed with all gifts her earthly worship- pers . How vigorous ...
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Page 381 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 317 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 380 - 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-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Page 410 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Page 339 - Oh cease ! must hate and death return ? Cease ! must men kill and die ? Cease ! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy! The world is weary of the past, — Oh might it die or rest at last!
Page 368 - 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 sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere...
Page 404 - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. IV Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me?
Page 371 - 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?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss...
Page 380 - 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 309 - Oh weep for Adonais ! — The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not — Wander no more from kindling brain to brain, But droop there whence they sprung ; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength or find a home again.