The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 էջ |
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... seen who looked conscious of a lofty purpose . It is curious that men should resent more fiercely what they suspect to be good verses , than what they know to be bad morals . Is it because they feel themselves incapable of the one , and ...
... seen who looked conscious of a lofty purpose . It is curious that men should resent more fiercely what they suspect to be good verses , than what they know to be bad morals . Is it because they feel themselves incapable of the one , and ...
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... seen Her naked limbs among the alders green ; And that , alas is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so bland ...
... seen Her naked limbs among the alders green ; And that , alas is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so bland ...
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... seen ; Once more been tortured with renewed life . When last the wintry gusts gave over strife With the conquering sun of spring , and left the skies Warm and serene , but yet with moisten'd eyes In pity of the shatter'd infant buds ...
... seen ; Once more been tortured with renewed life . When last the wintry gusts gave over strife With the conquering sun of spring , and left the skies Warm and serene , but yet with moisten'd eyes In pity of the shatter'd infant buds ...
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... seen love , Than be I care not what . O meekest dove Of heaven ! O Cynthia , ten - times bright and fair ! From thy blue throne , now filling all the air , Glance but one little beam of temper'd light Into my bosom , that the dreadful ...
... seen love , Than be I care not what . O meekest dove Of heaven ! O Cynthia , ten - times bright and fair ! From thy blue throne , now filling all the air , Glance but one little beam of temper'd light Into my bosom , that the dreadful ...
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... seen bolts of the thunder hurl'd As from thy threshold ; day by day hast been A little lower than the chilly sheen Of icy pinnacles , and dipp'dst thine arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep ...
... seen bolts of the thunder hurl'd As from thy threshold ; day by day hast been A little lower than the chilly sheen Of icy pinnacles , and dipp'dst thine arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep ...
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds Corinth dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-doves rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Էջ 266 - 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...
Էջ 260 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed 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 257 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Էջ 35 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and 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 ; All lovely...
Էջ 257 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Էջ 306 - 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 196 - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.
Էջ 16 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Էջ 167 - 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 194 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem, that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...