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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... trees . There as he stood , he heard a mournful voice , Such as once heard , in gentle heart , destroys All pain but ... tree , soft - brushing , in his speed , The taller grasses and full - flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating ...
... trees . There as he stood , he heard a mournful voice , Such as once heard , in gentle heart , destroys All pain but ... tree , soft - brushing , in his speed , The taller grasses and full - flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating ...
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... tree - stems , marbled plain at first , Came jasper pannels ; then , anon , there burst Forth creeping imagery of slighter trees , And with the larger wove in small intricacies . Approving all , she faded at self - will , 135 140 And ...
... tree - stems , marbled plain at first , Came jasper pannels ; then , anon , there burst Forth creeping imagery of slighter trees , And with the larger wove in small intricacies . Approving all , she faded at self - will , 135 140 And ...
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... scent From vales deflower'd , or forest - trees branch - rent , In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought High as the handles heap'd , to suit the thought Q 215 Of every guest ; that each , as he did PART II . 225 LAMIA .
... scent From vales deflower'd , or forest - trees branch - rent , In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought High as the handles heap'd , to suit the thought Q 215 Of every guest ; that each , as he did PART II . 225 LAMIA .
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... continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or hidden rill ; Her lute - string gave an echo of his name , She spoilt her half - done broidery with the same . III . He knew whose gentle hand was at the ISABELLA; ...
... continual voice was pleasanter To her , than noise of trees or hidden rill ; Her lute - string gave an echo of his name , She spoilt her half - done broidery with the same . III . He knew whose gentle hand was at the ISABELLA; ...
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... trees . XXII . And many a jealous conference had they , And many times they bit their lips alone , Before they fix'd upon a surest way To make the youngster for his crime atone ; And at the last , these men of cruel clay Cut Mercy with ...
... trees . XXII . And many a jealous conference had they , And many times they bit their lips alone , Before they fix'd upon a surest way To make the youngster for his crime atone ; And at the last , these men of cruel clay Cut Mercy with ...
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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.