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Page 106 - 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 165 - It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 104 - A lovelier toy sweet Nature never made ; A serious, subtle, wild, yet gentle being ; Graceful without design, and unforeseeing ; With eyes — Oh ! speak not of her eyes ! which seem Twin mirrors of Italian Heaven, yet gleam With such deep meaning as we never see But in the human countenance.
Page 175 - Do not forget my other questions. I am especially curious to hear the fate of " Adonais." I confess I should be surprised if that poem were born to an immortality of oblivion.
Page 15 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Page 193 - ... our language the most subtle and imaginative passages of the Spanish poet, were marvellous, as was his command of the two languages. After this touch of his quality I no longer doubted his identity ; a dead silence ensued ; looking up, I asked, " Where is he ? " Mrs. Williams said, " Who ? Shelley? Oh, he comes and goes like a spirit, no one knows when or where.
Page 174 - The Adonais, in spite of its mysticism, is the least imperfect of my compositions, and, as the image of my regret and honour for poor Keats, I wish it to be so. I shall write to you, probably, by next post on the subject of that poem, and should have sent the promised criticism for the second edition, had I not mislaid, and in vain sought for, the volume that contains Hyperion...
Page 305 - And all that believed were together, and had all things common, and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need ; and they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, praising God, and having favour with all the people.