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... earth . The bowery shore Went off in gentle windings to the hoar And light blue mountains : but no breathing man With a warm heart , and eye prepared to scan Nature's clear beauty , could pass lightly by Objects that looked out so ...
... earth . The bowery shore Went off in gentle windings to the hoar And light blue mountains : but no breathing man With a warm heart , and eye prepared to scan Nature's clear beauty , could pass lightly by Objects that looked out so ...
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... earth ; with an incline so sweet From their low palfreys o'er his neck they bent : And whether there were tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearled their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses With ...
... earth ; with an incline so sweet From their low palfreys o'er his neck they bent : And whether there were tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearled their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses With ...
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... earth , or air , but poesy . It has been said , dear George , and true I hold it ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it ) , That when a Poet is in such a trance , In air he sees white coursers paw and prance , Bestridden of gay ...
... earth , or air , but poesy . It has been said , dear George , and true I hold it ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it ) , That when a Poet is in such a trance , In air he sees white coursers paw and prance , Bestridden of gay ...
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... earth but Poet's ear . When these enchanted portals open wide , And through the light the horsemen swiftly glide , The Poet's eye can reach those golden halls , And view the glory of their festivals : Their ladies fair , that in the ...
... earth but Poet's ear . When these enchanted portals open wide , And through the light the horsemen swiftly glide , The Poet's eye can reach those golden halls , And view the glory of their festivals : Their ladies fair , that in the ...
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... earth are sojourning ; He of the cloud , the cataract , the lake , Who on Helvellyn's summit , wide awake , Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose , the violet , the spring , The social smile , the chain for ...
... earth are sojourning ; He of the cloud , the cataract , the lake , Who on Helvellyn's summit , wide awake , Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose , the violet , the spring , The social smile , the chain for ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mnemosyne moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Ophion pain pale passion pinions pleasant poet rill ringdove rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 275 - 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'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Сторінка 262 - 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, Clustered 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.
Сторінка 40 - 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...
Сторінка 264 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Сторінка 261 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim : III.
Сторінка 269 - 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 xvi - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Сторінка 277 - 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.
Сторінка 224 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 223 - 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.