The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeJohn Grigg, 1831 - 607 頁 |
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第 14 頁
... silent - sandall'd , pay our defter court Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale , Where wearied with his flower - caressing sport Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely Otter's ...
... silent - sandall'd , pay our defter court Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale , Where wearied with his flower - caressing sport Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely Otter's ...
第 26 頁
... silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitude Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in his own and in his Father's might ...
... silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognize in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitude Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in his own and in his Father's might ...
第 28 頁
... Silence guards , worn out with fear , Lest , haply escaping on some treacherous blast , The fateful word let slip the ... silent frost had eat , scathing like fire . A miserable man crept forth : his limbs Faint on the shafts he rested ...
... Silence guards , worn out with fear , Lest , haply escaping on some treacherous blast , The fateful word let slip the ... silent frost had eat , scathing like fire . A miserable man crept forth : his limbs Faint on the shafts he rested ...
第 34 頁
... silent spot , amid the hills , A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No sinking sky - lark ever poised himself . The hills are heathy , save that swelling slope , Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on , All golden with the ...
... silent spot , amid the hills , A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No sinking sky - lark ever poised himself . The hills are heathy , save that swelling slope , Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on , All golden with the ...
第 36 頁
... silent dell ! And grateful , that , by nature's quietness And solitary musings , all my heart Is soften'd , and made worthy to indulge Love , and the thoughts that yearn for human - kind . Nether Stowey , April 28th , 1798 . FIRE ...
... silent dell ! And grateful , that , by nature's quietness And solitary musings , all my heart Is soften'd , and made worthy to indulge Love , and the thoughts that yearn for human - kind . Nether Stowey , April 28th , 1798 . FIRE ...
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第 458 頁 - I bear light shades for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
第 460 頁 - 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 ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
第 72 頁 - But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade.
第 459 頁 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
第 75 頁 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
第 459 頁 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
第 453 頁 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves...
第 453 頁 - ODE TO THE WEST WIND O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, 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...
第 460 頁 - 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.
第 459 頁 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea...