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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... wind 35 Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
... wind 35 Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
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... wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous , and fondling nips They gave each other's cheeks ; with all their sighs , 145 And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes ...
... wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous , and fondling nips They gave each other's cheeks ; with all their sighs , 145 And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes ...
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... wind Along the reedy stream ; a half heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspir'd a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space ...
... wind Along the reedy stream ; a half heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspir'd a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space ...
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John Keats. SLEEP AND POETRY . WHAT is more gentle than a wind in summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower , And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk ...
John Keats. SLEEP AND POETRY . WHAT is more gentle than a wind in summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower , And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk ...
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... winds with glorious fear : And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly 125 Along a huge cloud's ridge ; and now with sprightly 130 Wheel downward come they into fresher skies , Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes ...
... winds with glorious fear : And now the numerous tramplings quiver lightly 125 Along a huge cloud's ridge ; and now with sprightly 130 Wheel downward come they into fresher skies , Tipt round with silver from the sun's bright eyes ...
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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.