The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 էջ |
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... FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES 286 TO G. A. W. · 287 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON 288 TO MY BROTHERS 289 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 290 SONNETS- PAGE ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR vi CONTENTS .
... FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES 286 TO G. A. W. · 287 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON 288 TO MY BROTHERS 289 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER 290 SONNETS- PAGE ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR vi CONTENTS .
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John Keats. SONNETS- PAGE ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR 291 66 KEEN FITFUL GUSTS ARE WHISPERING HERE AND THERE " 292 " TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT " 293 ADDRESSED TO HAYDON . THE SAME ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET ...
John Keats. SONNETS- PAGE ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR 291 66 KEEN FITFUL GUSTS ARE WHISPERING HERE AND THERE " 292 " TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT " 293 ADDRESSED TO HAYDON . THE SAME ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET ...
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... hours of study or enjoyment the Poems of Keats may find ready access ; and thus it has been desired that the Editor should transcribe into a few pages the characteristics of an existence in itself so short , but radiant with genius and ...
... hours of study or enjoyment the Poems of Keats may find ready access ; and thus it has been desired that the Editor should transcribe into a few pages the characteristics of an existence in itself so short , but radiant with genius and ...
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... hours as a sentinel at her door , with a drawn sword , that she might not be disturbed and at her death , which occurred when he was at Mr. Clarke's school at Enfield , he hid himself for several days in a nook under the master's desk ...
... hours as a sentinel at her door , with a drawn sword , that she might not be disturbed and at her death , which occurred when he was at Mr. Clarke's school at Enfield , he hid himself for several days in a nook under the master's desk ...
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John Keats. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no , even as the trees That whisper round a ... hours , With streams that deepen freshly into bowers . Many and many a verse I hope to write , 5. Before the daisies ...
John Keats. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no , even as the trees That whisper round a ... hours , With streams that deepen freshly into bowers . Many and many a verse I hope to write , 5. Before the daisies ...
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Էջ 240 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Էջ 180 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Էջ 5 - 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 that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Էջ 5 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Էջ 242 - 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 240 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night...
Էջ 178 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Էջ 170 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Էջ 293 - 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 148 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.