The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 стор. |
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... spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal , every human being might become great , and humanity , instead of being a wide heath of furze and briers , with here and there a remote oak or pine , would become a grand democracy of 3.
... spirit sucking the sap from mould ethereal , every human being might become great , and humanity , instead of being a wide heath of furze and briers , with here and there a remote oak or pine , would become a grand democracy of 3.
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... wide over the fore- head and so small at the chin . He seemed in perfect health , and with life offering all things that were pre- cious to him . " The increased ill - health of his brother Tom , and the determination of George to ...
... wide over the fore- head and so small at the chin . He seemed in perfect health , and with life offering all things that were pre- cious to him . " The increased ill - health of his brother Tom , and the determination of George to ...
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... wide lawn , whence one could only see Stems thronging all around between the swell Of tuft and slanting branches : who could tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove ...
... wide lawn , whence one could only see Stems thronging all around between the swell Of tuft and slanting branches : who could tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove ...
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... wide plains Speckled with countless fleeces ? Have not rains Greened over April's lap ? No howling sad Sickens our fearful ewes ; and we have had Great bounty from Endymion our lord . The earth is glad : the merry lark has poured His ...
... wide plains Speckled with countless fleeces ? Have not rains Greened over April's lap ? No howling sad Sickens our fearful ewes ; and we have had Great bounty from Endymion our lord . The earth is glad : the merry lark has poured His ...
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... a golden splendor far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' twas even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ENDYMION . 71.
... a golden splendor far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' twas even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ENDYMION . 71.
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla 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 thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Сторінка 297 - 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.
Сторінка 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 347 - 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.
Сторінка 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Сторінка 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Сторінка 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Сторінка 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Сторінка 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; 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.
Сторінка 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.