The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Smith, 1841 - 240 էջ |
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... NIGHTINGALE 198 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 200 ODE TO PSYCHE . 202 FANCY · 203 ODE TO AUTUMN 206 207 ODE ON MELANCHOLY 208 SLEEP AND POETRY LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN ROBIN HOOD . 209 . 219 220 SONNETS- TO MY BROTHER GEORGE PAGE TO · " O.
... NIGHTINGALE 198 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 200 ODE TO PSYCHE . 202 FANCY · 203 ODE TO AUTUMN 206 207 ODE ON MELANCHOLY 208 SLEEP AND POETRY LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN ROBIN HOOD . 209 . 219 220 SONNETS- TO MY BROTHER GEORGE PAGE TO · " O.
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... sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days ...
... sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days ...
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... sleeping fit ; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw ; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again ; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main , And gather up all ...
... sleeping fit ; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw ; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again ; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main , And gather up all ...
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... sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch over the stream that creeps ... sleep ! O comfortable bird , That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth ! O ...
... sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch over the stream that creeps ... sleep ! O comfortable bird , That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth ! O ...
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... then of honey cells , Made delicate from all white - flower bells ; And once , above the edges of our nest , An arch face peep'd , -an Oread as I guess'd . There was store " Why did I dream that sleep o'er - power'd 18 ENDYMION .
... then of honey cells , Made delicate from all white - flower bells ; And once , above the edges of our nest , An arch face peep'd , -an Oread as I guess'd . There was store " Why did I dream that sleep o'er - power'd 18 ENDYMION .
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Էջ 201 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young...
Էջ 225 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Էջ 207 - To bend with apples the mossed 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 has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Էջ 207 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Էջ 181 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Էջ 200 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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 200 - 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 ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 146 - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Էջ 3 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake. Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales...
Էջ 228 - The poetry of earth is ceasing never : • On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost, The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.