The Poetical Works of John KeatsLittle, Brown,., 1865 - 361 стор. |
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... morning incense from the fields of May , As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray From those kind eyes , the very home and haunt Of sisterly affection . Can I want Aught else , aught nearer heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry them ...
... morning incense from the fields of May , As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray From those kind eyes , the very home and haunt Of sisterly affection . Can I want Aught else , aught nearer heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry them ...
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... , and tenderly unclosed , By tenderest pressure , a faint damask mouth To slumbery pout ; just as the morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head , Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make ENDYMION . 78.
... , and tenderly unclosed , By tenderest pressure , a faint damask mouth To slumbery pout ; just as the morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head , Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make ENDYMION . 78.
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... morning once I fled away Into the breezy clouds , to weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears : thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he ...
... morning once I fled away Into the breezy clouds , to weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears : thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he ...
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... morning eagle , lost and weary , And purblind amid foggy midnight wolds . But he revives at once : for who beholds New sudden things , nor casts his mental slough ? Forth from a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ...
... morning eagle , lost and weary , And purblind amid foggy midnight wolds . But he revives at once : for who beholds New sudden things , nor casts his mental slough ? Forth from a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ...
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... morning gates of heaven ? Or keeping watch among those starry seven , Old Atlas ' children ? Art a maid of the waters , One of shell - winding Triton's bright - hair'd daugh- ters ? Or art , impossible ! a nymph of Dian's , Weaving a ...
... morning gates of heaven ? Or keeping watch among those starry seven , Old Atlas ' children ? Art a maid of the waters , One of shell - winding Triton's bright - hair'd daugh- ters ? Or art , impossible ! a nymph of Dian's , Weaving a ...
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds cold Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth