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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... thou from the caves of Golconda , a gem Pure as the ice - drop that froze on the mountain ? Bright as the humming - bird's green diadem , When it flutters in sun - beams that shine through a fountain ? Hast thou a goblet for dark ...
... thou from the caves of Golconda , a gem Pure as the ice - drop that froze on the mountain ? Bright as the humming - bird's green diadem , When it flutters in sun - beams that shine through a fountain ? Hast thou a goblet for dark ...
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John Keats. Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? ΙΟ And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from ...
John Keats. Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? ΙΟ And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from ...
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... Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave ; Like twin water lillies , born In the coolness of the morn . O , if thou hadst breathed then , 20 20 25 30 30 35 Now the Muses had been ten . Couldst thou wish for lineage higher Than twin ...
... Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave ; Like twin water lillies , born In the coolness of the morn . O , if thou hadst breathed then , 20 20 25 30 30 35 Now the Muses had been ten . Couldst thou wish for lineage higher Than twin ...
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... thou this wilt never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . ΤΟ HOPE . 65 WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams ...
... thou this wilt never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . ΤΟ HOPE . 65 WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams ...
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... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
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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.