PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 стор. |
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... silent be ; and not a soul to Why thou art desolate , can e'er return . 5 . tell O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought , With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou , silent form , dost ...
... silent be ; and not a soul to Why thou art desolate , can e'er return . 5 . tell O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought , With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou , silent form , dost ...
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... Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo 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 ...
... Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo 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 ...
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... silent comes the water round that bend ; Not the minutest whisper does it send 65 To the o'erhanging sallows : blades of grass Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass . Why , you might read two sonnets , ere they reach To where the ...
... silent comes the water round that bend ; Not the minutest whisper does it send 65 To the o'erhanging sallows : blades of grass Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass . Why , you might read two sonnets , ere they reach To where the ...
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... silent eve , Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave ; The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over ...
... silent eve , Which seem'd full loath this happy world to leave ; The light dwelt o'er the scene so lingeringly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over ...
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... Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses ! 15 Most happy listener ! when the morning blesses Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes That glance so brightly at the new sun - rise . But what is higher beyond thought than thee ? Fresher ...
... Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses ! 15 Most happy listener ! when the morning blesses Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes That glance so brightly at the new sun - rise . But what is higher beyond thought than thee ? Fresher ...
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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...