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... wind - a perfect thing of the elements , winged and sweetly coloured . Poetry must be free ! It is of the air , not of the earth ; and the higher it soars the nearer it gets to its home . The poetry of " Romeo and Juliet " , 1-1 TEMPEST ...
... wind - a perfect thing of the elements , winged and sweetly coloured . Poetry must be free ! It is of the air , not of the earth ; and the higher it soars the nearer it gets to its home . The poetry of " Romeo and Juliet " , 1-1 TEMPEST ...
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... winds ' , his descrip- tion of him , ' thou which art but air ' , Ferdinand's comment on his song , ' This is no mortal business ' , Ariel's exclamations , ' I drink the air before me ' , and ' all afire with me ' , and finally ...
... winds ' , his descrip- tion of him , ' thou which art but air ' , Ferdinand's comment on his song , ' This is no mortal business ' , Ariel's exclamations , ' I drink the air before me ' , and ' all afire with me ' , and finally ...
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... wind out - blows Her scarf into a fluttering pavillion ; ' Tis blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest blue - bell bed , Handfuls of daisies . ( Endymion , i ...
... wind out - blows Her scarf into a fluttering pavillion ; ' Tis blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest blue - bell bed , Handfuls of daisies . ( Endymion , i ...
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... winds And with a sympathetic touch unbinds Eolian magic from their lucid wombs.3 I do not forget the passage in Ovid's Metamorphoses ( Book XIII ) where Polyphemus offers similar joys to Galatea , a passage doubtless remembered by ...
... winds And with a sympathetic touch unbinds Eolian magic from their lucid wombs.3 I do not forget the passage in Ovid's Metamorphoses ( Book XIII ) where Polyphemus offers similar joys to Galatea , a passage doubtless remembered by ...
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... winds ' ? From the next two lines we know that his songs are still ringing in the poet's ears , Old ditties sigh above their father's grave , and so , launched , as it were , by echoes of the delicate music of Ariel , Keats rises to the ...
... winds ' ? From the next two lines we know that his songs are still ringing in the poet's ears , Old ditties sigh above their father's grave , and so , launched , as it were , by echoes of the delicate music of Ariel , Keats rises to the ...
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Page 69 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 56 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 60 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Page 75 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 91 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 26 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Page 74 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Page 110 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 69 - ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i
Page 111 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.