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Pagina xii
... night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor heart " XII . To the author of the Robbers * : * : * :: * 65 66 66 67 68 68 69 70 JUVENILE POEMS . Page Lines , composed while climbing Brockley xii CONTENTS .
... night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor heart " XII . To the author of the Robbers * : * : * :: * 65 66 66 67 68 68 69 70 JUVENILE POEMS . Page Lines , composed while climbing Brockley xii CONTENTS .
Pagina xiii
... Night Scene , a Dramatic Fragment To an Unfortunate Woman 162 166 · To a Lady , with Falconer's Shipwreck To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre Lines composed in a Concert Room The Keepsake . . To a Young Lady on her recovery from a ...
... Night Scene , a Dramatic Fragment To an Unfortunate Woman 162 166 · To a Lady , with Falconer's Shipwreck To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre Lines composed in a Concert Room The Keepsake . . To a Young Lady on her recovery from a ...
Pagina xiv
... night after his recitation of a Poem on the growth of an individual mind 206 The Nightingale 211 . Frost at Midnight 216 The Three Graves 219 Dejection , an Ode 235 Ode to Georgiana , Duchess of Devonshire 241 . Ode to Tranquillity ...
... night after his recitation of a Poem on the growth of an individual mind 206 The Nightingale 211 . Frost at Midnight 216 The Three Graves 219 Dejection , an Ode 235 Ode to Georgiana , Duchess of Devonshire 241 . Ode to Tranquillity ...
Pagina 3
... night ! Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind Genevieve Sonnet To the Autumnal Moon.
... night ! Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind Genevieve Sonnet To the Autumnal Moon.
Pagina 6
... Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , grim phantom ! scorpion king , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings ...
... Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , grim phantom ! scorpion king , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings ...
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Pagina 264 - By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Pagina 182 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pagina 214 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
Pagina 107 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Pagina 181 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Pagina 182 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Pagina 231 - Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this ^olian lute, Which better far were mute.
Pagina 213 - Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Pagina 262 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Pagina 144 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...