The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats with a Memoir of Each ...Houghton, Mifflin, the Riverside Press, Cambridge, 1855 |
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... turned , She saw aloft in the morning air , Which now with hues of sunrise burned , A great black Anchor rising there ; And wherever the Lady turned her eyes It hung before her in the skies . The sky was blue as the summer sea , The ...
... turned , She saw aloft in the morning air , Which now with hues of sunrise burned , A great black Anchor rising there ; And wherever the Lady turned her eyes It hung before her in the skies . The sky was blue as the summer sea , The ...
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... turned . Pale Rosalind the while , Hiding her face , stood weeping silently . In silence then they took the way Beneath the forest's solitude . It was a vast and antique wood , Through which they took their way ; And the gray shades of ...
... turned . Pale Rosalind the while , Hiding her face , stood weeping silently . In silence then they took the way Beneath the forest's solitude . It was a vast and antique wood , Through which they took their way ; And the gray shades of ...
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... turned Her footsteps , not alone . The friend whose falsehood she had mourned , Sat with her on that seat of stone . Silent they sat ; for evening , And the power its glimpses bring Had , with one awful shadow , quelled The passion of ...
... turned Her footsteps , not alone . The friend whose falsehood she had mourned , Sat with her on that seat of stone . Silent they sat ; for evening , And the power its glimpses bring Had , with one awful shadow , quelled The passion of ...
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... turned white , and my heart beat fast : My nights were once haunted by dreams of flame , My days were dim in the shadow cast By the memory of the same ! Day and night , day and night , He was my breath and life and light , For three ...
... turned white , and my heart beat fast : My nights were once haunted by dreams of flame , My days were dim in the shadow cast By the memory of the same ! Day and night , day and night , He was my breath and life and light , For three ...
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... turned Into aught unlike Lionel . On him - on whom , did he pause in sleep , Serenest smiles were wont to keep , And , did he wake , a winged band Of bright persuasions , which had fed On his sweet lips and liquid eyes , Kept their ...
... turned Into aught unlike Lionel . On him - on whom , did he pause in sleep , Serenest smiles were wont to keep , And , did he wake , a winged band Of bright persuasions , which had fed On his sweet lips and liquid eyes , Kept their ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou beams beast beautiful beneath blood brain breath bright burning calm cave cavern child CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame flame transformed flowers gentle grave gray green grew grief hair hear heart heaven hope Iona kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light lips living looked MAMMON MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Minotaur moon mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Peter Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain rocks round scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought truth ULYSSES veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Page 278 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Page 320 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.
Page 328 - We 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.
Page 46 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 280 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 92 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Page 95 - 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 !
Page 319 - 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.
Page 323 - 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...
Page 77 - Oh, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : " With me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity...