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... light , O Liberty ! And as the meteor's midnight flame Startles the dreamer , sun - like truth Flashed on his visionary youth , And filled him , not with love , but faith , And hope , and courage mute in death ; For love and life in him ...
... light , O Liberty ! And as the meteor's midnight flame Startles the dreamer , sun - like truth Flashed on his visionary youth , And filled him , not with love , but faith , And hope , and courage mute in death ; For love and life in him ...
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... light , and made Their very peaks transparent . " Ere it fade , " Said my companion , " I will show you soon A better station . " So , o'er the lagune We glided ; and from that funereal bark I leaned , and saw the city , and could mark ...
... light , and made Their very peaks transparent . " Ere it fade , " Said my companion , " I will show you soon A better station . " So , o'er the lagune We glided ; and from that funereal bark I leaned , and saw the city , and could mark ...
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... the city disinterred ; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets . " -Ode to Naples , -See Letter from Naples , A MPHITHEATRE at Pompeii , with Vesuvius in the background.
... the city disinterred ; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets . " -Ode to Naples , -See Letter from Naples , A MPHITHEATRE at Pompeii , with Vesuvius in the background.
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... light and odour of the starry Autos , " he writes to Mr. Gisborne in the autumn of 1820. Faust , too , was a favourite . " I have been reading over and over again Faust , and always with sensations which no other composition excites ...
... light and odour of the starry Autos , " he writes to Mr. Gisborne in the autumn of 1820. Faust , too , was a favourite . " I have been reading over and over again Faust , and always with sensations which no other composition excites ...
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... light and fire from those eternal regions where the owl - winged faculty of calculation dare not ever soar ? Poetry is not like reasoning , a power to be exerted accord- ing to the determination of the will . A man cannot say , " I will ...
... light and fire from those eternal regions where the owl - winged faculty of calculation dare not ever soar ? Poetry is not like reasoning , a power to be exerted accord- ing to the determination of the will . A man cannot say , " I will ...
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Page 501 - 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 its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 507 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 499 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 501 - 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 may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above. XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His part, while...
Page 511 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 505 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 403 - ... when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Page 402 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought...
Page 526 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 526 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.