The Poetical Works of John Keats Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources and Collated with Many Manuscripts, Том 2J. B. Lippincott Company, 1891 |
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... SONNET . TO BYRON . YRON ! how sweetly sad thy melody ! Attuning still the soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touch'd her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffer'd them to ...
... SONNET . TO BYRON . YRON ! how sweetly sad thy melody ! Attuning still the soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touch'd her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffer'd them to ...
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... SONNET . TO CHATTERTON . O CHATTERTON ! how very sad thy fate ! Dear child of sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye , Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and ...
... SONNET . TO CHATTERTON . O CHATTERTON ! how very sad thy fate ! Dear child of sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye , Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and ...
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... these blisses ? That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses : So smile acquiescence , and give me thy hand , With love - looking eyes , and with voice sweetly bland . SONNET . Он ! H ! how I love , 340 POSTHUMOUS AND FUGITIVE POEMS .
... these blisses ? That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses : So smile acquiescence , and give me thy hand , With love - looking eyes , and with voice sweetly bland . SONNET . Он ! H ! how I love , 340 POSTHUMOUS AND FUGITIVE POEMS .
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... SONNET . Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition . THE church bells toll a melancholy round , Calling the people to some other prayers , Some other gloominess , more dreadful cares , More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound ...
... SONNET . Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition . THE church bells toll a melancholy round , Calling the people to some other prayers , Some other gloominess , more dreadful cares , More hearkening to the sermon's horrid sound ...
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... SONNET . Written on a Blank Space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of " The Floure and the Lefe . " THIS HIS pleasant tale is like a little copse : The honied lines so freshly interlace To keep the reader in so sweet a place , So that he ...
... SONNET . Written on a Blank Space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of " The Floure and the Lefe . " THIS HIS pleasant tale is like a little copse : The honied lines so freshly interlace To keep the reader in so sweet a place , So that he ...
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aching Agnes Apollo art thou Bag-pipe beauty bliss blush breath bright canst censer cheek clouds cold Corinth dark death deep divine doth dream DUSKETHA earth Elgin Marbles Enceladus eternal eyes face fade faery fair fear feet flowers GEORGE KEATS gloom Goddess golden green hair hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion John Hamilton Reynolds kiss'd Lamia leave light lips listen look look'd lute Lycius lyre Madeline marble melody Mermaid Tavern Mnemosyne moan moon morn mortal Muse Naiad never night numbers nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd Phorcus Porphyro rose SALAMANDER Saturn seem'd shade shadow sick sigh silent silver sing sleep soft song SONNET sorrow soul spake Spirit stars stood sweet tears tell Thea thee thine thing thou art thought thunder tongue touch'd trees tremble voice warm weep wings ZEPHYR
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Сторінка 282 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Сторінка 268 - 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!
Сторінка 270 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 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!
Сторінка 268 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Сторінка 261 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 226 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 271 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
Сторінка 269 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 282 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Сторінка 260 - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! 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.