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Strana 15
... grave Hath quenched that eye , and death's relentless frost Withered that arm : but the unfading fame Which virtue hangs upon its votary's tomb ; The deathless memory of that man , whom kings Call to their mind and tremble ; the ...
... grave Hath quenched that eye , and death's relentless frost Withered that arm : but the unfading fame Which virtue hangs upon its votary's tomb ; The deathless memory of that man , whom kings Call to their mind and tremble ; the ...
Strana 17
... grave Beneath its jagged gulf . Ah ! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven ? -that dark red smoke Blotting the silver moon ? The stars are quenched In darkness , and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom ...
... grave Beneath its jagged gulf . Ah ! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven ? -that dark red smoke Blotting the silver moon ? The stars are quenched In darkness , and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom ...
Strana 20
... grave and hoary - headed hypocrites , Without a hope , a passion , or a love , Who , through a life of luxury and lies , Have crept by flattery to the seats of power , Support the system whence their honours flow— They have three words ...
... grave and hoary - headed hypocrites , Without a hope , a passion , or a love , Who , through a life of luxury and lies , Have crept by flattery to the seats of power , Support the system whence their honours flow— They have three words ...
Strana 21
... grave Has swallowed up thy memory and thyself , Dost thou desire the bane that poisons earth To twine its roots around thy coffined clay , Spring from thy bones , and blossom on thy tomb , That of its fruit thy babes may eat and die ? V ...
... grave Has swallowed up thy memory and thyself , Dost thou desire the bane that poisons earth To twine its roots around thy coffined clay , Spring from thy bones , and blossom on thy tomb , That of its fruit thy babes may eat and die ? V ...
Strana 26
... grave : A brighter morn awaits the human day , When every transfer of earth's natural gifts Shall be a commerce of good words and works ; When poverty and wealth , the thirst of fame , The fear of infamy , disease , and woe , War with ...
... grave : A brighter morn awaits the human day , When every transfer of earth's natural gifts Shall be a commerce of good words and works ; When poverty and wealth , the thirst of fame , The fear of infamy , disease , and woe , War with ...
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Strana 540 - 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 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 !
Strana 460 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Strana 495 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strana 485 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Strana 491 - 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...
Strana 244 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Strana 442 - 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! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Strana 67 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Strana 311 - O, 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.
Strana 460 - Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 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. 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. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were,...