Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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... thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form , -where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state , This dim vast vale of tears , vacant and desolate ? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves ...
... thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form , -where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state , This dim vast vale of tears , vacant and desolate ? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves ...
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... thine - have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes , even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in visioned bowers Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatched with ...
... thine - have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes , even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in visioned bowers Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatched with ...
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... thine , by forcing some lone ghost Thy messenger , to render up the tale Of what we are . In lone and silent hours , When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on ...
... thine , by forcing some lone ghost Thy messenger , to render up the tale Of what we are . In lone and silent hours , When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist Staking his very life on ...
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... thine home , Where thy sweet mate will twine her downy neck With thine , and welcome thy return with eyes Bright in the lustre of their own fond joy . And what am I that I should linger here , With voice far sweeter than thy dying notes ...
... thine home , Where thy sweet mate will twine her downy neck With thine , and welcome thy return with eyes Bright in the lustre of their own fond joy . And what am I that I should linger here , With voice far sweeter than thy dying notes ...
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... On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had made between . D 1820 . Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying LINES . 33 LINES.
... On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had made between . D 1820 . Thine eyes glowed in the glare Of the moon's dying LINES . 33 LINES.
Common terms and phrases
Adonais aërial Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath bird blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dreams earth eternal Euganean Hills eyes faint fear fire fled float flowers forest gaze gentle golden grave green grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone long past Maddalo mighty mist moon mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour OZYMANDIAS pale pale flowers Pantheism passion poem poet poetry Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow shadows watch shattered visage Shelley Shelley's sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro tower vapours veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
Popular passages
Page 279 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Page 65 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Page 278 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Page 102 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Page 294 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Page 121 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Page 277 - 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 Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Page 302 - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
Page 5 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Page 120 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.