The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, Հատոր 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... adieu ! Here must we leave thee . " - At these words up flew The impatient doves , up rose the floating car , Up went the hum celestial . High afar The Latmian saw them minish into naught ; And , when all were clear vanish'd , still he ...
... adieu ! Here must we leave thee . " - At these words up flew The impatient doves , up rose the floating car , Up went the hum celestial . High afar The Latmian saw them minish into naught ; And , when all were clear vanish'd , still he ...
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... and even then Thou shalt not go the way of aged men ; But live and wither , cripple and still breathe Ten hundred years : which gone , I then bequeath Thy fragile bones to unknown burial . Adieu , sweet BOOK III ] 87 ENDYMION .
... and even then Thou shalt not go the way of aged men ; But live and wither , cripple and still breathe Ten hundred years : which gone , I then bequeath Thy fragile bones to unknown burial . Adieu , sweet BOOK III ] 87 ENDYMION .
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John Keats. Thy fragile bones to unknown burial . Adieu , sweet love , adieu ! ' — As shot stars fall , She fled ere I could groan for mercy . Stung And poison'd was my spirit : despair sung A war song of defiance ' gainst all hell . A ...
John Keats. Thy fragile bones to unknown burial . Adieu , sweet love , adieu ! ' — As shot stars fall , She fled ere I could groan for mercy . Stung And poison'd was my spirit : despair sung A war song of defiance ' gainst all hell . A ...
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... Adieu to Ganges and their pleasant fields ! To one so friendless the clear freshet yields A bitter coolness ; the ripe grape is sour : Yet I would have , great gods ! but one short hour Of native air - let me but die at home ...
... Adieu to Ganges and their pleasant fields ! To one so friendless the clear freshet yields A bitter coolness ; the ripe grape is sour : Yet I would have , great gods ! but one short hour Of native air - let me but die at home ...
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... adieu to all . Didst thou not after other climates call , • And murmur about Indian streams ? " - Then she , Sitting beneath the midmost forest tree , For pity sang this roundelay- " O Sorrow ! Why dost borrow The natural hue 106 [ BOOK ...
... adieu to all . Didst thou not after other climates call , • And murmur about Indian streams ? " - Then she , Sitting beneath the midmost forest tree , For pity sang this roundelay- " O Sorrow ! Why dost borrow The natural hue 106 [ BOOK ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies moon 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 strange stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice warm weep whence whispering wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Էջ 104 - 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, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Էջ 114 - 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Էջ 107 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Էջ 109 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Էջ 38 - Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
Էջ 64 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Էջ 115 - 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 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Էջ 129 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory...
Էջ 110 - 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...