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I. She saw me not—she heard me not—alone Upon the mountain’s dizzy brink she stood; She spake not, breathed not, moved not—there was thrown Over her look the shadow of a mood Which only clothes the heart in solitude, A…
I. Was there a human spirit in the steed That thus with his proud voice, ere night was gone, He broke our linkèd rest? or do indeed All living things a common nature own, And thought erect an universal throne,…
I. ‘That night we anchored in a woody bay, And sleep no more around us dared to hover Than, when all doubt and fear has passed away, It shades the couch of some unresting lover Whose heart is now at…
I. ‘I sate beside the steersman then, and gazing Upon the west cried, “Spread the sails! behold! The sinking moon is like a watch-tower blazing Over the mountains yet; the City of Gold Yon Cape alone does from the sight…
ISo we sate joyous as the morning rayWhich fed upon the wrecks of night and stormNow lingering on the winds; light airs did playAmong the dewy weeds, the sun was warm,And we sate linked in the inwoven charmOf converse and…
IBeside the dimness of the glimmering sea,Weaving swift language from impassioned themes,With that dear friend I lingered, who to meSo late had been restored, beneath the gleamsOf the silver stars; and ever in soft dreamsOf future love and peace sweet…
IOver the utmost hill at length I sped,A snowy steep:—the moon was hanging lowOver the Asian mountains, and, outspreadThe plain, the City, and the Camp below,Skirted the midnight Ocean’s glimmering flow;The City’s moon-lit spires and myriad lampsLike stars in a…
IThe old man took the oars, and soon the barkSmote on the beach beside a tower of stone.It was a crumbling heap whose portal darkWith blooming ivy-trails was overgrown;Upon whose floor the spangling sands were strown,And rarest sea-shells, which the…
IWhat thoughts had sway o’er Cythna’s lonely slumberThat night, I know not; but my own did seemAs if they might ten thousand years outnumberOf waking life, the visions of a dreamWhich hid in one dim gulf the troubled streamOf mind;…
IThe starlight smile of children, the sweet looksOf women, the fair breast from which I fed,The murmur of the unreposing brooks,And the green light which, shifting overhead,Some tangled bower of vines around me shed,The shells on the sea-sand, and the…