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... Truth ; And vice , and anguish , and the wormy grave , Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire , And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Wraps in one blaze earth , heaven , and deepest hell . Forth flashing unimaginable day ...
... Truth ; And vice , and anguish , and the wormy grave , Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire , And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Wraps in one blaze earth , heaven , and deepest hell . Forth flashing unimaginable day ...
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... truth , But no true love in his eye . Lothing thy polluted lot , Hie thee , Maiden , hie thee hence ! Seek thy weeping Mother's cot , With a wiser innocence . Thou hast known deceit and folly , Thou hast felt that vice is woe : With a ...
... truth , But no true love in his eye . Lothing thy polluted lot , Hie thee , Maiden , hie thee hence ! Seek thy weeping Mother's cot , With a wiser innocence . Thou hast known deceit and folly , Thou hast felt that vice is woe : With a ...
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... Truth in Christ . Yet oft , when after honorable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear Cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window - peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea - air ...
... Truth in Christ . Yet oft , when after honorable toil Rests the tired mind , and waking loves to dream , My spirit shall revisit thee , dear Cot ! Thy jasmin and thy window - peeping rose , And myrtles fearless of the mild sea - air ...
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... Truth Should meet thine ear , think thou that riper age Will calm it down , and let thy love forgive it ! Of fervid ... truths , And honoring with religious love the Great Of elder times , he hated to excess , With an unquiet and ...
... Truth Should meet thine ear , think thou that riper age Will calm it down , and let thy love forgive it ! Of fervid ... truths , And honoring with religious love the Great Of elder times , he hated to excess , With an unquiet and ...
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... Truth , Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay , Not learnt , but native , her own natural notes ! Ah ! as I listen'd with a heart forlorn , The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drown'd , Life's joy ...
... Truth , Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay , Not learnt , but native , her own natural notes ! Ah ! as I listen'd with a heart forlorn , The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drown'd , Life's joy ...
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Strona 458 - 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.
Strona 460 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 459 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 459 - 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...
Strona 453 - 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...
Strona 453 - 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...
Strona 460 - 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.
Strona 459 - 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...