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arms bear beauty beneath bless blood breast breath bright brow calm child close clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human King knew land leave light live lonely look Lord mind morning mortal mother mountain nature never night o'er once pale pass peace poor pride rest rise round scene seen side sight silent sleep smile soft song soon soul sound speak spirit stand star stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought twas voice wandering waters waves wild wind young youth
Page 587 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold : And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And,
Page 201 - Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud» But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! XCIII.
Page 536 - 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. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. OCTOBER,
Page 139 - thousand years, The battle and the breeze Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave
Page 579 - 3. Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Page 548 - I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits. In a cavern under is
Page 221 - thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou
Page 535 - XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To
Page 535 - thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become? LH. The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows
Page 139 - sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave* And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part when many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath