Miscellaneous PoemsWilliam Benbow, 1826 - 144 sider |
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... Forest The Question The Sunset The Two Spirits The World's Wanderer's The Zucca * The Waning Moon The wood man and Nightingale Time To the Moon To William Shelley To Constantia To E ... V To Morrow To a Skylark To Night To - I fear thy ...
... Forest The Question The Sunset The Two Spirits The World's Wanderer's The Zucca * The Waning Moon The wood man and Nightingale Time To the Moon To William Shelley To Constantia To E ... V To Morrow To a Skylark To Night To - I fear thy ...
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... forest bare , No flower upon the ground , And little motion in the air Except the mill - wheel's sound . TO E *** y *** MADONNA , wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet basil and mignionette ? Embleming love and health , which never yet ...
... forest bare , No flower upon the ground , And little motion in the air Except the mill - wheel's sound . TO E *** y *** MADONNA , wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet basil and mignionette ? Embleming love and health , which never yet ...
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... forest's night : Outspeeding the shark , And the sword - fish dark , Under the ocean foam , And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts They passed to their Dorian home . And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains , Down one ...
... forest's night : Outspeeding the shark , And the sword - fish dark , Under the ocean foam , And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts They passed to their Dorian home . And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains , Down one ...
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... instrument or verse , All prophesy , all medicine are mine , All light of art or nature ; -to my song , Victory and praise in their own right belong . HYMN OF PAN , FROM the forests and highlands We 24 2 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , 53.
... instrument or verse , All prophesy , all medicine are mine , All light of art or nature ; -to my song , Victory and praise in their own right belong . HYMN OF PAN , FROM the forests and highlands We 24 2 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , 53.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. HYMN OF PAN , FROM the forests and highlands We come , we come ; From the river - girt islands , Where loud waves are dumb . Listening to my sweet pipings . The wind in the reeds and the rushes , The bees on the ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. HYMN OF PAN , FROM the forests and highlands We come , we come ; From the river - girt islands , Where loud waves are dumb . Listening to my sweet pipings . The wind in the reeds and the rushes , The bees on the ...
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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.