PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 стор. |
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... give to the general reader a just impression . There is much in the first volume - especially the Epistles - which is of little value save to the special student of the development of Keats's genius , and equally there is among the ...
... give to the general reader a just impression . There is much in the first volume - especially the Epistles - which is of little value save to the special student of the development of Keats's genius , and equally there is among the ...
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... give bitter point and force to the virulent attacks with which Endymion was met by the Tory press . Keats now paid in full for his association with Leigh Hunt and the " Cockney School . " Blackwood's Magazine and the Quarterly Review ...
... give bitter point and force to the virulent attacks with which Endymion was met by the Tory press . Keats now paid in full for his association with Leigh Hunt and the " Cockney School . " Blackwood's Magazine and the Quarterly Review ...
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... give place for so doubtful an occupation as verse - making , discouraged if he did not actually endeavor to prevent all intimacy between his ward and her brother . George , the second of the Keats children , married and emigrated to ...
... give place for so doubtful an occupation as verse - making , discouraged if he did not actually endeavor to prevent all intimacy between his ward and her brother . George , the second of the Keats children , married and emigrated to ...
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... gives us not a theme and its expression , but that ineffable product of their perfect ming- ling which we call poetry . VI As there is no other poet who has stood so high on the strength of work so inconsiderable in bulk , so there is ...
... gives us not a theme and its expression , but that ineffable product of their perfect ming- ling which we call poetry . VI As there is no other poet who has stood so high on the strength of work so inconsiderable in bulk , so there is ...
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... gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with sun or moon , Or the seven stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little ...
... gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with sun or moon , Or the seven stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little ...
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९९ Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look'd lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion Peona pleasant poem poet Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 2 - 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! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 67 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 1 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 10 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Сторінка 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Сторінка 276 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 265 - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
Сторінка 191 - 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 7 - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Сторінка 67 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...