Love Poems of ShelleyJ. Lane, 1901 - 108 pages |
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Alfred Tennyson beautiful BEQUEST OF FRANCIS blue breath burn BURNS LOVE calm caverns cold earth slept cradle CUPID AND PSYCHE Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dear death delight disdained divine dream eagle home Leave Edmond Holmes eternal Eton College eyes faint fear flowers gentle glow golden Harvard College Library HARVARDIANAE hast HAYES Class Heaven Hugh Fisher Illustrations by Philip Invites to love isle JOHN LANE LONDON John Milton lamp is shattered living LOVE POEMS LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY Lycidas Marpessa melody mock thee Moon mountains night o'er odour once mingled Love panting Philip Connard POEMS OF SHELLEY Preparation JOHN LANE ROBERT BROWNING scattered The rainbow's silence sister sleep smiles soft sorrow soul sound sphere stars surges That ring sweet emotion tears tender thou art thou wilt thought thy kisses thy sweet trembles veil violet voice Volumes in Preparation wandering waves weary Whilst wild wind wings wintry
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Page 8 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Page 61 - True love in this differs from gold and • clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...
Page 7 - 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.
Page 2 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Page 95 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together ; and our lips, With other eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them ; and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning sun. We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh wherefore two?
Page 27 - And through the dark green wood The white sun twinkling like the dawn Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above Can never well be seen, Were imaged by the water's love Of that fair forest green.
Page 86 - twixt Heaven, Air, Earth, and Sea, Cradled, and hung in clear tranquillity ; Bright as that wandering Eden, Lucifer, Washed by the soft blue Oceans of young air.
Page 4 - THE flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright.
Page 90 - Parasite flowers illume with dewy gems The lampless halls, and when they fade, the sky Peeps through their winter-woof of tracery With moonlight patches, or star atoms keen, Or fragments of the day's intense serene ; Working mosaic on their Parian floors. And, day and night, aloof, from the high towers And terraces, the Earth and Ocean seem To sleep in one another's arms, and dream Of waves, flowers, clouds, woods, rocks, and all that we Read in their smiles, and call reality.