The Poems of John KeatsJ. M. Dent & Sons Limited, 1926 - 383 էջ |
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... Morning Post , on the merits of the Prince Regent , and pointing out that this Adonis in loveliness was in reality a corpulent man of fifty , without a single claim on the gratitude of his country , " " Keats expressed his delight in a ...
... Morning Post , on the merits of the Prince Regent , and pointing out that this Adonis in loveliness was in reality a corpulent man of fifty , without a single claim on the gratitude of his country , " " Keats expressed his delight in a ...
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... morning operating on a sense of idle- ness , " are by no means incompatible with it , but have their obvious parallel in the works of the most strenuous votaries of song . Keats , completely absorbed in the attainment of perfec- tion in ...
... morning operating on a sense of idle- ness , " are by no means incompatible with it , but have their obvious parallel in the works of the most strenuous votaries of song . Keats , completely absorbed in the attainment of perfec- tion in ...
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... morning , was but the echo of Nature's voice : - O fret not after knowledge . I have none , And yet my song comes native with the warmth . O fret not after knowledge ! I have none , And yet the evening listens . Here lies the mystery ...
... morning , was but the echo of Nature's voice : - O fret not after knowledge . I have none , And yet my song comes native with the warmth . O fret not after knowledge ! I have none , And yet the evening listens . Here lies the mystery ...
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... morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample ...
... morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample ...
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... were mute , And tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL 15 On receiving a curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from same Ladies.
... were mute , And tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL 15 On receiving a curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from same Ladies.
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Էջ 191 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Էջ 195 - 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 161 - 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.
Էջ 206 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Էջ 38 - THE poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Էջ 194 - 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?
Էջ 205 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too...
Էջ 481 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Էջ 36 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Էջ 207 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.