The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 էջ |
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... ! That love should be my bane ! Ah , Scylla fair ! Why did poor Glaucus ever - ever dare To sue thee to his heart ? Kind stranger - youth ! I loved her to the very white of truth , And she would not conceive it . Timid thing ! 92 ENDYMION .
... ! That love should be my bane ! Ah , Scylla fair ! Why did poor Glaucus ever - ever dare To sue thee to his heart ? Kind stranger - youth ! I loved her to the very white of truth , And she would not conceive it . Timid thing ! 92 ENDYMION .
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... Scylla quite forgot ? " Who could resist ? Who in this universe ? She did so breathe ambrosia ; so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime . She took me like a child of suckling time , And cradled me in roses . Thus condemn'd , The ...
... Scylla quite forgot ? " Who could resist ? Who in this universe ? She did so breathe ambrosia ; so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime . She took me like a child of suckling time , And cradled me in roses . Thus condemn'd , The ...
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... Scylla o'er the billows rude . For as Apollo each eve doth devise A new apparelling for western skies ; So every eve , nay , every spendthrift hour Shed balmy consciousness within that bower . And I was free of haunts umbrageous ; Could ...
... Scylla o'er the billows rude . For as Apollo each eve doth devise A new apparelling for western skies ; So every eve , nay , every spendthrift hour Shed balmy consciousness within that bower . And I was free of haunts umbrageous ; Could ...
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... Scylla ! Cursed , cursed Circe ! O vulture - witch , hast never heard of mercy ! Could not thy harshest vengeance be content , But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? -Cold , O cold indeed Were her fair limbs , and ...
... Scylla ! Cursed , cursed Circe ! O vulture - witch , hast never heard of mercy ! Could not thy harshest vengeance be content , But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? -Cold , O cold indeed Were her fair limbs , and ...
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... Scylla in a niche and fled . My fever'd parchings up , my scathing dread Met palsy half way : soon these limbs became Gaunt , wither'd , sapless , feeble , cramp'd , and lame . " Now let me pass a cruel , cruel space , Without one hope ...
... Scylla in a niche and fled . My fever'd parchings up , my scathing dread Met palsy half way : soon these limbs became Gaunt , wither'd , sapless , feeble , cramp'd , and lame . " Now let me pass a cruel , cruel space , Without one hope ...
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Adieu ALPHEUS FELCH Apollo art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lute Lycius lyre melodies morn mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Էջ 302 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Էջ 229 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Էջ 302 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 304 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Էջ 322 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory Underneath a...
Էջ 304 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,~ While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 406 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Էջ xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Էջ 378 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Էջ 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...