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... human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal , envying it the light To which it mounts , as if to break the link That keeps us from ...
... human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal , envying it the light To which it mounts , as if to break the link That keeps us from ...
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... and there it stands Making a marvel that it not decays , When the coeval pride of human hands , Levell❜ds Aventicum , hath strewed her subject lands . And there LXVI . oh ! sweet and sacred be Canto 111 . 41 PILGRIMAGE .
... and there it stands Making a marvel that it not decays , When the coeval pride of human hands , Levell❜ds Aventicum , hath strewed her subject lands . And there LXVI . oh ! sweet and sacred be Canto 111 . 41 PILGRIMAGE .
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... human cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature , save to be A link reluctant in a fleshly chain , Class'd among creatures , when the soul can flee , And with the sky , the peak , the heaving plain Of ocean , or the stars ...
... human cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature , save to be A link reluctant in a fleshly chain , Class'd among creatures , when the soul can flee , And with the sky , the peak , the heaving plain Of ocean , or the stars ...
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... human hands . Come , and compare Columns and idol - dwellings , Goth or Greek , With Nature's realms of worship , earth and air , Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer ! XCII . The sky is changed ! - and such 54 Canto III ...
... human hands . Come , and compare Columns and idol - dwellings , Goth or Greek , With Nature's realms of worship , earth and air , Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer ! XCII . The sky is changed ! - and such 54 Canto III ...
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... human breast ? Or do ye find , at length , like eagles , some high nest ? XCVII . Could I embody and unbosom now - " That which is most within me , could I wreak My thoughts upon expression , and thus throw Soul , heart , mind ...
... human breast ? Or do ye find , at length , like eagles , some high nest ? XCVII . Could I embody and unbosom now - " That which is most within me , could I wreak My thoughts upon expression , and thus throw Soul , heart , mind ...
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Page 20 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 184 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 94 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 11 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 183 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 18 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 154 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
Page 158 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Page 36 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 19 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.