The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Томи 2 – 3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The 2 ODES . TO PSYCHE.
... arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The 2 ODES . TO PSYCHE.
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... arms be placed , The tender gaolers of thy waist ! And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair , - O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough ! it is enough for me ...
... arms be placed , The tender gaolers of thy waist ! And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair , - O , the sweetness of the pain ! Give me those lips again ! Enough ! Enough ! it is enough for me ...
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... arms upon the air , And on her couch low murmuring , " Where ? O where ? " XXXI . But Selfishness , Love's cousin , held not long Its fiery vigil in her single breast ; She fretted for the golden hour , and hung Upon the time with ...
... arms upon the air , And on her couch low murmuring , " Where ? O where ? " XXXI . But Selfishness , Love's cousin , held not long Its fiery vigil in her single breast ; She fretted for the golden hour , and hung Upon the time with ...
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... Still fixt he sat beneath the sable trees , Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms , 420 I Upon the gold clouds metropolitan . With leaves all hush'd ; his awful presence there ( 58 FIRST VERSION OF " HYPERION . "
... Still fixt he sat beneath the sable trees , Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms , 420 I Upon the gold clouds metropolitan . With leaves all hush'd ; his awful presence there ( 58 FIRST VERSION OF " HYPERION . "
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... arm through the hollow dark , Pointing some whither : whereat he too rose , Like a vast giant , seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight . They melted from my sight into the woods ; Ere I could turn , Moneta cried ...
... arm through the hollow dark , Pointing some whither : whereat he too rose , Like a vast giant , seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight . They melted from my sight into the woods ; Ere I could turn , Moneta cried ...
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Сторінка 10 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
Сторінка 91 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 5 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Сторінка 8 - 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 9 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 100 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 7 - By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
Сторінка 102 - 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.
Сторінка 105 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found, In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Сторінка 103 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.