The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 стор. |
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... Verses from the same Ladies . 293 Το 296 To Hope ... 299 Imitation of Spenser 302 " Woman ! when I behold thee flippant , vain " 303 Ode to a Nightingale 306 X Ode on a Grecian Urn . 810 * Page MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , ( continued . ) Ode to.
... Verses from the same Ladies . 293 Το 296 To Hope ... 299 Imitation of Spenser 302 " Woman ! when I behold thee flippant , vain " 303 Ode to a Nightingale 306 X Ode on a Grecian Urn . 810 * Page MISCELLANEOUS POEMS , ( continued . ) Ode to.
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... hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her- to receive a letter from her to see her hand- writing would break my heart - Even to hear of her anyhow , to see her name ...
... hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her- to receive a letter from her to see her hand- writing would break my heart - Even to hear of her anyhow , to see her name ...
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... hope from the first . His disease was beyond remedy , as his heart was beyond comfort . The very fact that life might be happy deepened his despair . He might not have sunk so soon , but the waves in which he was struggling looked only ...
... hope from the first . His disease was beyond remedy , as his heart was beyond comfort . The very fact that life might be happy deepened his despair . He might not have sunk so soon , but the waves in which he was struggling looked only ...
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... hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting , and fitting myself for verses fit to live . - This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it : he will leave ...
... hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting , and fitting myself for verses fit to live . - This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it : he will leave ...
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... hope I have not in too late a day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more before I bid it farewell . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . ENDYMION . BOOK I. A THING of beauty is a 4 ...
... hope I have not in too late a day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more before I bid it farewell . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . ENDYMION . BOOK I. A THING of beauty is a 4 ...
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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...