 He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power...  Poet Lore - Seite 579von Maurice Maeterlinck - 1893Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...Keats lies "in dewy sleep" or turns into a "herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart." Or else he "is a portion of the loveliness / Which once he made more lovely," a "frail Form, / A phantom among men; companionless / As the last cloud of an expiring storm." Or "His... | |
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