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... mind often betrayed him into obscurities of ex- pression which not all the efforts of the reader can at times penetrate . He seems , in many instances to have had a most refined ear for all the touching mu- sic of versification , and ...
... mind often betrayed him into obscurities of ex- pression which not all the efforts of the reader can at times penetrate . He seems , in many instances to have had a most refined ear for all the touching mu- sic of versification , and ...
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... mind . Ors . You said you loved me then . Beatr . Speak to me not of love . Ors . You are a priest : I may obtain The dispensation of the Pope to marry . Because I am a priest , do you believe Your image , ( as the hunter some struck ...
... mind . Ors . You said you loved me then . Beatr . Speak to me not of love . Ors . You are a priest : I may obtain The dispensation of the Pope to marry . Because I am a priest , do you believe Your image , ( as the hunter some struck ...
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... mind , her awe - inspiring gaze , Whose beams anatomize me , nerve by nerve , And lay me bare , and make me blush to see My hidden thoughts . - Ah , no ! A friendless girl Who clings to me , as to her only hope : - I were a fool , not ...
... mind , her awe - inspiring gaze , Whose beams anatomize me , nerve by nerve , And lay me bare , and make me blush to see My hidden thoughts . - Ah , no ! A friendless girl Who clings to me , as to her only hope : - I were a fool , not ...
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... father's moody wrath Like a protecting presence : your firm mind Has been our only refuge and defence : What can have thus subdued it ? What can now Have given you that cold melancholy look , Succeeding to. THE CENCI . 11 ...
... father's moody wrath Like a protecting presence : your firm mind Has been our only refuge and defence : What can have thus subdued it ? What can now Have given you that cold melancholy look , Succeeding to. THE CENCI . 11 ...
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... murder us ? And shall I now desert you ? May the ghost Of my dead mother plead against my soul , If I abandon her who filled the place She left , with more even than a mother's love ! Ber . And I am of my sister's mind . 12 THE CENCI .
... murder us ? And shall I now desert you ? May the ghost Of my dead mother plead against my soul , If I abandon her who filled the place She left , with more even than a mother's love ! Ber . And I am of my sister's mind . 12 THE CENCI .
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Side 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
Side 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Side 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Side 356 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Side 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Side 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Side 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Side 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Side 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.