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ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou Bacchus Baubo beams beast beautiful beneath breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN dance dark dead death deep delight desart divine DJEMON dream earth EPODE eyes FAUST fear fire fled flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam grass green grew grey grief hair hast hear heart heaven Hermes Jupiter JUSTINA kiss lady leaves light limbs lips living lone look lyre Maddalo MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean Onchestus pale pinnace plectrum Pylos rocks round Satyr shadow shapes shone shore SILENUS sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought truth ULYSSES veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch woods
Seite 195 - Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Seite 165 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Seite 285 - The windings of the dell. — The rivulet, Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss, with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood, laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud \ That overhung its quietness.
Seite 276 - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
Seite 23 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Seite 81 - The great, the unforgotten, — they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought. Their lore "Taught them not this, to know themselves ; their might Could not repress the mystery within ; And, for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night
Seite 274 - His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought...
Seite 8 - Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering as from waves of flame Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent 'Ere it fade,' Said my companion, 'I will show you soon A better station...