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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... head , 25 To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed : 30 In vain ; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found , And so he rested , on the lonely ground , Pensive , and full of painful jealousies Of the Wood - Gods , and even ...
... head , 25 To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed : 30 In vain ; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found , And so he rested , on the lonely ground , Pensive , and full of painful jealousies Of the Wood - Gods , and even ...
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... head was serpent , but ah , bitter - sweet ! 55 . She had a woman's mouth with all its pearls complete : 60 And for her eyes : what could such eyes do there But weep , and weep , that they were born so fair ? As Proserpine still weeps ...
... head was serpent , but ah , bitter - sweet ! 55 . She had a woman's mouth with all its pearls complete : 60 And for her eyes : what could such eyes do there But weep , and weep , that they were born so fair ? As Proserpine still weeps ...
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... head , 110 115 Blush'd a live damask , and swift - lisping said , " I was a woman , let me have once more " A woman's shape , and charming as before . " I love a youth of Corinth - O the bliss ! " Give me my woman's form , and place me ...
... head , 110 115 Blush'd a live damask , and swift - lisping said , " I was a woman , let me have once more " A woman's shape , and charming as before . " I love a youth of Corinth - O the bliss ! " Give me my woman's form , and place me ...
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... head , and clear his soul of doubt , For that she was a woman , and without Any more subtle fluid in her veins 305 Than throbbing blood , and that the self - same pains . Inhabited her frail - strung heart as his . 310 And next she ...
... head , and clear his soul of doubt , For that she was a woman , and without Any more subtle fluid in her veins 305 Than throbbing blood , and that the self - same pains . Inhabited her frail - strung heart as his . 310 And next she ...
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... head . For the first time , since first he harbour'd in That purple - lined palace of sweet sin , His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn Into the noisy world almost forsworn . The lady , ever watchful , penetrant , Saw this with pain ...
... head . For the first time , since first he harbour'd in That purple - lined palace of sweet sin , His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn Into the noisy world almost forsworn . The lady , ever watchful , penetrant , Saw this with pain ...
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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.