PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 oldal |
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38. oldal
... fear : And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly Along a huge cloud's ridge ; and now with sprightly Wheel downward come they into fresher skies , Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes . Still downward with capacious ...
... fear : And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly Along a huge cloud's ridge ; and now with sprightly Wheel downward come they into fresher skies , Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes . Still downward with capacious ...
63. oldal
... Fears . " WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain , Before high piled books , in charact'ry , Hold like rich garners the full - ripen'd grain ; When I behold , upon the night's starr'd face ...
... Fears . " WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain , Before high piled books , in charact'ry , Hold like rich garners the full - ripen'd grain ; When I behold , upon the night's starr'd face ...
72. oldal
... was chang'd To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom pal'd gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , 190 Stood , wan , and pale , and with an 72 ENDYMION .
... was chang'd To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom pal'd gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , 190 Stood , wan , and pale , and with an 72 ENDYMION .
81. oldal
... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise 470 475 My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues ...
... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise 470 475 My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues ...
103. oldal
... fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The silent mysteries of earth , descend ! " He heard but the last words , nor could content 215 One moment in reflection : for he fled Into the fearful deep , to hide his ...
... fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The silent mysteries of earth , descend ! " He heard but the last words , nor could content 215 One moment in reflection : for he fled Into the fearful deep , to hide his ...
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2. oldal - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
67. oldal - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
1. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
10. oldal - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
8. oldal - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
276. oldal - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
265. oldal - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
191. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
7. oldal - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
67. oldal - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...