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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... tear - O shed no tear ! " ] Faery Song [ " Ah ! woe is me ! poor silver - wing ! " ] Song [ " Spirit here that reignest ! " ] ... Stanzas [ " In a drear - nighted December , " ] Sonnet . ... 357 ... ... 358 ... ... ... ... Lines on ...
... tear - O shed no tear ! " ] Faery Song [ " Ah ! woe is me ! poor silver - wing ! " ] Song [ " Spirit here that reignest ! " ] ... Stanzas [ " In a drear - nighted December , " ] Sonnet . ... 357 ... ... 358 ... ... ... ... Lines on ...
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... not young , - ( the life of a long life , A lullaby to night , ... The glad birds had sung at page 51 , volume ii , of the 1820 edition of Chamberlayne's poems , Distilled to a mere drop , falling like a tear xxii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
... not young , - ( the life of a long life , A lullaby to night , ... The glad birds had sung at page 51 , volume ii , of the 1820 edition of Chamberlayne's poems , Distilled to a mere drop , falling like a tear xxii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
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John Keats. Distilled to a mere drop , falling like a tear Upon the world's cold cheek to make it burn For ever ; ) by that strong excepted soul , I count it strange and hard to understand That nearly all young poets should write old ...
John Keats. Distilled to a mere drop , falling like a tear Upon the world's cold cheek to make it burn For ever ; ) by that strong excepted soul , I count it strange and hard to understand That nearly all young poets should write old ...
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... tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample robe with happy trembling . Sometimes , when the good Knight his rest would take , It is reflected , clearly , in a lake , With the ...
... tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , Wraps round her ample robe with happy trembling . Sometimes , when the good Knight his rest would take , It is reflected , clearly , in a lake , With the ...
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... : And whether there were tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearl'd their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses с 70 75 80 85 90 With lips that tremble , and with glistening eye , CALIDORE . 17.
... : And whether there were tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearl'd their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses с 70 75 80 85 90 With lips that tremble , and with glistening eye , CALIDORE . 17.
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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.