The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 էջ |
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... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
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... sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . ' Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone ...
... sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . ' Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone ...
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... sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by , ere more contentment swept Away at once the deadly yellow spleen . Yes , thrice have I this fair ...
... sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by , ere more contentment swept Away at once the deadly yellow spleen . Yes , thrice have I this fair ...
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... 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 brink . No more will I count over ...
... 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 brink . No more will I count over ...
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... sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and woods of mossed oaks ; Counting his woe - worn minutes , by the ...
... sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and woods of mossed oaks ; Counting his woe - worn minutes , by the ...
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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.