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Strona 79
... sweet consent . But brief , alas ! the spell , -for suddenly Peal'd from the tower the old familiar chimes , And with their clear , heart - thrilling melody , Awaked the spectral forms of darker times . And I remember'd all that years ...
... sweet consent . But brief , alas ! the spell , -for suddenly Peal'd from the tower the old familiar chimes , And with their clear , heart - thrilling melody , Awaked the spectral forms of darker times . And I remember'd all that years ...
Strona 86
... sweet than storax from the hallow'd fire , Where every tree a wealthy issue bears Of fragrant apples , blushing plums , and pears ; And all the shrubs , with sparkling spangles show Like morning sunshine tinselling the dew . Here in ...
... sweet than storax from the hallow'd fire , Where every tree a wealthy issue bears Of fragrant apples , blushing plums , and pears ; And all the shrubs , with sparkling spangles show Like morning sunshine tinselling the dew . Here in ...
Strona 88
... sweet slumber Stealing o'er sensation , Which the breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her ...
... sweet slumber Stealing o'er sensation , Which the breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her ...
Strona 89
... sweet companions , Than the old inmates to my love , my thoughts , I day by day frequented silent groves , And solitary walks . One morning early This accident encounter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art ...
... sweet companions , Than the old inmates to my love , my thoughts , I day by day frequented silent groves , And solitary walks . One morning early This accident encounter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art ...
Strona 95
... sweet violets sicken , Live within the sense they quicken . Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . SHELLEY . WOMAN'S GRIEFS AND ...
... sweet violets sicken , Live within the sense they quicken . Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . SHELLEY . WOMAN'S GRIEFS AND ...
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beauty beneath bird bless blue breast breath bright brow Brown child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss land leaves lies light lips live look moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass past poem poor rest rise rose round scene shade shadow shine side sight silent sing sits sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees voice wander waters wave weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Strona 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Strona 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Strona 95 - 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.
Strona 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Strona 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.