Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 sider |
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... , Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day ; Whilst yet the calm hours creep , Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . FROM THE ARABIC . AN IMITATION . My faint spirit 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... , Whilst flowers are gay , Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day ; Whilst yet the calm hours creep , Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep . FROM THE ARABIC . AN IMITATION . My faint spirit 8 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. FROM THE ARABIC . AN IMITATION . My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks , my love ; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks , my love . Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. FROM THE ARABIC . AN IMITATION . My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks , my love ; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks , my love . Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's ...
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... faint , till they wake again . Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound , More , O more , -I am thirsting yet , It loosens the serpent which care has bound Upon my heart to stifle it ; The dissolving strain , through every vein ...
... faint , till they wake again . Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound , More , O more , -I am thirsting yet , It loosens the serpent which care has bound Upon my heart to stifle it ; The dissolving strain , through every vein ...
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... faint sympathy of hate . O conquer what you cannot satiate ! For to your passion I am far more coy Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy In winter noon . Of your antipathy If I am the Narcissus , you are free To pine into a sound with ...
... faint sympathy of hate . O conquer what you cannot satiate ! For to your passion I am far more coy Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy In winter noon . Of your antipathy If I am the Narcissus , you are free To pine into a sound with ...
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... faint crimson of her mouth , And darkened her dark locks , as moonlight doth , - And of the gold and jewels glittering there She scarce felt conscious , but the weary glare Lay like a chaos of unwelcome light , • This fragment is part ...
... faint crimson of her mouth , And darkened her dark locks , as moonlight doth , - And of the gold and jewels glittering there She scarce felt conscious , but the weary glare Lay like a chaos of unwelcome light , • This fragment is part ...
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æther ANTISTROPHE art thou azure beams beauty birds blood and gold blue bosom bowers boy In winter brain breast breath bright calm caves chasm cheek chidden city of death clouds cold cradle dark dead death deep delight desart divine doth dream earth EPODE eyes faint fear fled fleeting river flowers frozen gentle Ginevra gleams glory grass green grey grief hail hair hate heart heaven hopes Imperious inquisition kiss leaves light live love waves Mont Blanc moon morning motion mountains Naples never o'er ocean odour painted veil pale pine Pisa rain rocks round sails SERCHIO serene shadow sigh silent sleep smile snow soft SONG sorrow sound spirit stars storm stream sweet pipings swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus vale veil violets voice wandering waters waves weep wept Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
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Side 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Side 131 - 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...
Side 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Side 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Side 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Side 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Side 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Side 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Side 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Side 130 - 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.