The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 էջ |
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... Flower and the Leaf , " written on the blank leaf , while his friend was asleep over the book ; and one of most clear thought and noble diction , " On first looking into Chapman's Homer . " It Xiv MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... Flower and the Leaf , " written on the blank leaf , while his friend was asleep over the book ; and one of most clear thought and noble diction , " On first looking into Chapman's Homer . " It Xiv MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
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... clear as infants ' eyes , Tho ' she stood 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 ...
... clear as infants ' eyes , Tho ' she stood 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 ...
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... clear to the reader , who must soon perceive great inexperience , immaturity , and every error denoting a feverish attempt , rather than a deed accom- plished . The two first books , and indeed the two last , I feel sensible are not of ...
... clear to the reader , who must soon perceive great inexperience , immaturity , and every error denoting a feverish attempt , rather than a deed accom- plished . The two first books , and indeed the two last , I feel sensible are not of ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... clear o'er our solemnity . " Thus ending , on the shrine he heap'd a spire Of teeming sweets , enkindling sacred fire ; Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod With wine , in honour of the shepherd - god . Now while the earth was ...
... clear o'er our solemnity . " Thus ending , on the shrine he heap'd a spire Of teeming sweets , enkindling sacred fire ; Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod With wine , in honour of the shepherd - god . Now while the earth was ...
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Էջ 209 - 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-fringed 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?
Էջ 208 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Էջ 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Էջ 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Էջ 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Էջ 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Էջ 209 - 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 155 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Էջ 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Էջ 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.