The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 pages |
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... throne of Mercy and thy God The triumph of redeeming Love dost hymn ( Believe it , O my soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce ( ' t is suffering Nature's call , ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so shall fall ; And oft ...
... throne of Mercy and thy God The triumph of redeeming Love dost hymn ( Believe it , O my soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce ( ' t is suffering Nature's call , ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so shall fall ; And oft ...
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... throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watery colors drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : What time the pale moon sheds a softer day , Mellowing the ...
... throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watery colors drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : What time the pale moon sheds a softer day , Mellowing the ...
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... Throne endear ! Some other Love let Venus find- I'll fix my empire here . " THE KISS . 1 ONE kiss , dear Maid ! I said and sigh'd- Your scorn the little boon denied . Ah why refuse the blameless bliss ? Can danger lurk within a kiss ...
... Throne endear ! Some other Love let Venus find- I'll fix my empire here . " THE KISS . 1 ONE kiss , dear Maid ! I said and sigh'd- Your scorn the little boon denied . Ah why refuse the blameless bliss ? Can danger lurk within a kiss ...
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... Throne , Diviner light fill'd Heaven with ecstasy ! Heaven's hymnings paused : and Hell her yawning mouth Closed a brief moment . Lovely was the death Of Him whose . life was love ! Holy with power He on the thought - benighted sceptic ...
... Throne , Diviner light fill'd Heaven with ecstasy ! Heaven's hymnings paused : and Hell her yawning mouth Closed a brief moment . Lovely was the death Of Him whose . life was love ! Holy with power He on the thought - benighted sceptic ...
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... Throne . But that we roam unconscious , or with hearts Unfeeling of our universal Sire , And that in his vast family no Cain Injures uninjured ( in her best - aim'd blow Victorious Murder a blind Suicide ) , Haply for this some younger ...
... Throne . But that we roam unconscious , or with hearts Unfeeling of our universal Sire , And that in his vast family no Cain Injures uninjured ( in her best - aim'd blow Victorious Murder a blind Suicide ) , Haply for this some younger ...
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Page 462 - I bear light shades for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, 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 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 464 - 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.
Page 72 - But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade.
Page 463 - 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-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Page 75 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 463 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Page 457 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves...
Page 457 - ODE TO THE WEST WIND O 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...
Page 464 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 463 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea...