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Strana xxi
... grave by a severe criticism of that poem published in the Quarterly Review . Hellas , written in the autumn of 1821 , shows the enthusiasm with which the poet watched the progress of the revolution then raging with various successes in ...
... grave by a severe criticism of that poem published in the Quarterly Review . Hellas , written in the autumn of 1821 , shows the enthusiasm with which the poet watched the progress of the revolution then raging with various successes in ...
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 21
... 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 22
... 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 ? 5 ...
... 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 ? 5 ...
Strana 27
... 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 its ...
... 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 its ...
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Ahasuerus art thou beams beasts Beatrice beautiful beneath blood breath bright burning calm Camillo cave Cenci child clouds cold coursers curse dæmons dare dark dead death deep Demogorgon despair doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fear fire flame fled float flowers gathered gaze gentle Giacomo grave grey hair hate heard heart heaven hell hope hopes and fears human Iona Laon light limbs lips living lone looks Lucretia Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty moon morning mortal mountains night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea passed peace Peter Bell Prometheus Pyrganax round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shade shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet Swellfoot swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne truth twas tyrant voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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Strana 425 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Strana 459 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Strana 480 - 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 397 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely. He doth bear His part, while the One Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world : compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Strana 459 - The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
Strana 239 - Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing! Asia My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan? doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Strana 502 - 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, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Strana 445 - 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 519 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Strana 472 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know. But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow ; A people starved and stabbed in the...