The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 էջ |
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... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " 1 The solitude was not very propitious to ...
... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " 1 The solitude was not very propitious to ...
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... smile was on his countenance ; he seem'd To common lookers - on , like one who dream'd Of idleness in groves Elysian : But there were some who feelingly could scan A lurking trouble in his nether lip , And see that oftentimes the reins ...
... smile was on his countenance ; he seem'd To common lookers - on , like one who dream'd Of idleness in groves Elysian : But there were some who feelingly could scan A lurking trouble in his nether lip , And see that oftentimes the reins ...
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... smiles , and faintest sighs , 20That , when I think thereon , my spirit clings And plays about its fancy , till the stings Of human neighbourhood envenom all . Unto what awful power shall I call ? To what high fane ? -Ah ! see her ...
... smiles , and faintest sighs , 20That , when I think thereon , my spirit clings And plays about its fancy , till the stings Of human neighbourhood envenom all . Unto what awful power shall I call ? To what high fane ? -Ah ! see her ...
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... Smiling in the clear well . My heart did leap Through the cool depth . - It moved as if to flee- I started up , when lo ! refreshfully , There came upon my face , in plenteous showers , Dew - drops , and dewy buds , and leaves , and ...
... Smiling in the clear well . My heart did leap Through the cool depth . - It moved as if to flee- I started up , when lo ! refreshfully , There came upon my face , in plenteous showers , Dew - drops , and dewy buds , and leaves , and ...
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... smile no more , Peona ; nor will wed Sorrow , the way to death ; but patiently Bear up against it : so farewell , sad sigh ; And come instead demurest meditation , To occupy me wholly , and to fashion My pilgrimage for the world's dusky ...
... smile no more , Peona ; nor will wed Sorrow , the way to death ; but patiently Bear up against it : so farewell , sad sigh ; And come instead demurest meditation , To occupy me wholly , and to fashion My pilgrimage for the world's dusky ...
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adieu Apollo Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Calidore Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark delight divine doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face fair fancy feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy hast head heart heaven Hyperion kiss lady Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er ODE TO PSYCHE pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tale tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whisper wide wild wind wings wonder young youth
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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.