The Poetical Works of John Keats Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources and Collated with Many ManuscriptsReeves & Turner, 1895 |
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... so paraded the streets by moon- 66 SILHOUETTE THE BETR JOHN KEATS . READS JOHN KEATS . ... there is a noise Among. After a sketch in water - colors by Severr TOM KEATS , BROTHER OF From a bust by Miss Whitney , now in Hampstead.
... so paraded the streets by moon- 66 SILHOUETTE THE BETR JOHN KEATS . READS JOHN KEATS . ... there is a noise Among. After a sketch in water - colors by Severr TOM KEATS , BROTHER OF From a bust by Miss Whitney , now in Hampstead.
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... moon were perhaps longer uppermost in his thoughts than in any other poet's . Beside the Endymion that he speaks of in his letter to Clarke of the 17th of December 1816 , a poem now identified with " I stood tip - toe upon a little hill ...
... moon were perhaps longer uppermost in his thoughts than in any other poet's . Beside the Endymion that he speaks of in his letter to Clarke of the 17th of December 1816 , a poem now identified with " I stood tip - toe upon a little hill ...
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... moon is clearly enough alluded to in the two lines at the close of the Sonnet to And when the moon her pallid face discloses , I'll gather some by spells , and incantation . Indeed Keats may almost be said to have made the moon and her ...
... moon is clearly enough alluded to in the two lines at the close of the Sonnet to And when the moon her pallid face discloses , I'll gather some by spells , and incantation . Indeed Keats may almost be said to have made the moon and her ...
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... moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . 115 O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of ...
... moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . 115 O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of ...
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... far bower ; Grateful the incense from the lime - tree flower ; 150 155 Mysterious , wild , the far heard trumpet's tone ; Lovely the moon in ether , all alone : Sweet too the converse of these happy mortals , As CALIDORE . 19.
... far bower ; Grateful the incense from the lime - tree flower ; 150 155 Mysterious , wild , the far heard trumpet's tone ; Lovely the moon in ether , all alone : Sweet too the converse of these happy mortals , As CALIDORE . 19.
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adieu ALBERT AURANTHE beauty Ben Nevis beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds CONRAD dark death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion ERMINIA ETHELBERT eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle George Keats GERSA GLOCESTER golden green hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven hour Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss lady Lamia leaves light lips look look'd LUDOLPH lute Lycius lyre moon morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er OTHO pain pale pass'd pleasant rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh SIGIFRED silent silver sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice warm weep whisper wild wind wings wonder young youth Отно
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Сторінка 270 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Сторінка 258 - 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 265 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Сторінка 265 - 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 : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe ' Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, " Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 52 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 261 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
Сторінка 270 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Сторінка 257 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 258 - 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 222 - 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.