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A study of Shelley; with special reference to his nature poetry ...

A study of Shelley; with special reference to his nature poetry ...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ...--Tr. of L. 432. 593 Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half dead;----Lines to M. W. G. IV. 594 thy voice is as the tone Of my heart's echo,--To. 5. 595 And hark! a rush as if the deep Had burst its bonds;--M.Js Dream, XIII. 596 A breathless awe, like the swift change Unseen, but felt in youthful slumbers, Wild, sweet, but incommunicably strange, Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers.--To Const. II. 597 Whilst, like the world-surrounding air, thy song Flows on, and fills all things with melody. Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in trance upborne, Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep, Rejoicing like a cloud of morn.--To Const. IV. 598 And heaps of fraud-accumulated gold Plead, loud as thunder, at Destruction's throne.--To Lord Che»t. II, 599 A sweet and creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around;--Fragm. II. 600 Listen, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, 601 Or like the sea on a northern shore, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in the cave below.--Pass, of Apenn. 1. 602 And your sweet voice, like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy-bower disconsolate--To Mary, 3. 603 And as a vale is watered by a flood, 604 Or as the moonlight fill the open sky 605 Struggling with darkness--as a tuberose Peoples some Indian dell with scents which lie Like clouds above the flower from which they rose, The singing of that happy nightingale In this sweet forest, from the golden close Of evening, till the star of dawn may fail, Was interfused upon the silentness:--Woodm. fc Night, 6. 606 A silver spirit's form It fades, with such a sigh, as sedge Breathes o'er the breezy streamlet's edge.--T...