The Poems of John KeatsMethuen and Company, Limited, 1926 - 639 էջ |
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... look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks aubùrne . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which ...
... look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks aubùrne . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which ...
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... look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fawns , and Dryades Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair ...
... look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fawns , and Dryades Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair ...
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... look'd out so invitingly On either side . These , gentle Calidore Greeted , as he had known them long before . The sidelong view of swelling leafiness , Which the glad setting sun , in gold doth dress ; Whence ever , and anon the jay ...
... look'd out so invitingly On either side . These , gentle Calidore Greeted , as he had known them long before . The sidelong view of swelling leafiness , Which the glad setting sun , in gold doth dress ; Whence ever , and anon the jay ...
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... look'd half staringly ; And then their features started into smiles Sweet as blue heavens o'er enchanted isles . Softly the breezes from the forest came , Softly they blew aside the taper's flame ; Clear was the song from Philomel's far ...
... look'd half staringly ; And then their features started into smiles Sweet as blue heavens o'er enchanted isles . Softly the breezes from the forest came , Softly they blew aside the taper's flame ; Clear was the song from Philomel's far ...
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... look very cold about the sky , And I have many miles on foot to fare . Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air , Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily , Or of those silver lamps that burn on high , Or of the distance from home's ...
... look very cold about the sky , And I have many miles on foot to fare . Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air , Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily , Or of those silver lamps that burn on high , Or of the distance from home's ...
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Էջ 191 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Էջ 206 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Էջ 192 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Էջ 193 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 195 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Էջ 194 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme : What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Էջ 192 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Էջ 205 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer...
Էջ 202 - ... Robin Hood Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. 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 new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Էջ 246 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — "I love thee true.