The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 стор. |
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... hand , in his eagerness to prove that Keats was not killed by the article in the Quarterly , is carried too far toward the opposite extreme , and more than hints that he was not even hurt by it . This would have been true of Wordsworth ...
... hand , in his eagerness to prove that Keats was not killed by the article in the Quarterly , is carried too far toward the opposite extreme , and more than hints that he was not even hurt by it . This would have been true of Wordsworth ...
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... hand at tragedy , and Mr. Milnes has published among his " Remains , " Otho the Great , and all that was ever written of King Stephen . We think he did unwisely , for a biographer is hardly called upon to show how ill his biographee ...
... hand at tragedy , and Mr. Milnes has published among his " Remains , " Otho the Great , and all that was ever written of King Stephen . We think he did unwisely , for a biographer is hardly called upon to show how ill his biographee ...
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... from her to see her hand- writing would break my heart - Even to hear of her anyhow , to see her name written , would be more than I can bear . My dear Brown , what am I to do ? Where can I look for xxviii THE LIFE OF KEATS .
... from her to see her hand- writing would break my heart - Even to hear of her anyhow , to see her name written , would be more than I can bear . My dear Brown , what am I to do ? Where can I look for xxviii THE LIFE OF KEATS .
Сторінка xxix
... hand in going up the Scalinata . Mr. Severn's Studio is said to have been in the Cancello over the garden gate of the Villa Negroni , pleasantly familiar to all Americans as the Roman home of their countryman Craw- ford . On the 14th ...
... hand in going up the Scalinata . Mr. Severn's Studio is said to have been in the Cancello over the garden gate of the Villa Negroni , pleasantly familiar to all Americans as the Roman home of their countryman Craw- ford . On the 14th ...
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... hand there swung a vase , milk- white , Of mingled wine , out - sparkling generous light ; And in his left he held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull : Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than 10 ...
... hand there swung a vase , milk- white , Of mingled wine , out - sparkling generous light ; And in his left he held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull : Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than 10 ...
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Adieu ALPHEUS FELCH Apollo art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lute Lycius lyre melodies morn mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn 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 trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Сторінка 302 - 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...
Сторінка 229 - 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.
Сторінка 302 - 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...
Сторінка 304 - 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...
Сторінка 322 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory Underneath a...
Сторінка 304 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,~ While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 406 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Сторінка xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Сторінка 378 - 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 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...