A Study of Shelley: With Special Reference to His Nature Poetry ...

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W. Briggs, 1899 - 155 lappuses

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63. lappuse - Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
77. lappuse - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning : there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge,
25. lappuse - In the unfathomable sky, Starred with drops of golden rain, Gleam above the sunlight woods, As in silent multitudes On the morning's fitful gale Thro' the broken mist they sail, And the vapours cloven and gleaming Follow down the dark steep streaming, Till all is bright, and clear, and still, Round the solitary hill.
121. lappuse - When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen thro' me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these—
75. lappuse - The sun-awakened avalanche ! whose mass Thrice sifted by the storm, had gathered there Flake after flake, in heaven-defying minds As thought by thought is piled, till some great truth Is loosened, and the nations echo round. Shaken to their roots, as do the mountains now . —Prom.
90. lappuse - The sanguine sunrise with his meteor eyes, When the morning star shines dead, As on the jag of a mountain crag, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rock,
99. lappuse - the brakes, While the boundless forest shakes, And its mighty trunks are torn By the fire thus lowly born : The spark beneath his feet is dead, He starts to see the flames it fed Howling through the darkened sky With a myriad tongues victoriously, And sinks down in fear : so thou, O Tyranny, beholdest now
55. lappuse - from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters -with a sound but half its own, Such as a feeble brook will oft assume In the wild woods, among the mountains lone, Where waterfalls around it leap for ever, Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.
79. lappuse - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb, And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil.
63. lappuse - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

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