The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 стор. |
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... keep up his intimacy with the family of his for- mer teacher , Mr. Clarke , and to borrow books of them . In 1812 , when he was in his seventeenth year , Mr. Charles Cowden Clarke lent him the Faerie Queene . Nothing that is told of ...
... keep up his intimacy with the family of his for- mer teacher , Mr. Clarke , and to borrow books of them . In 1812 , when he was in his seventeenth year , Mr. Charles Cowden Clarke lent him the Faerie Queene . Nothing that is told of ...
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... keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day . Then there was a good hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her- to receive a letter from her to see her hand- writing would ...
... keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day . Then there was a good hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her- to receive a letter from her to see her hand- writing would ...
Сторінка xxxvi
... keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of ...
... keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of ...
Сторінка xxxvi
... keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost glens , Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the shepherds ' twas believed ever , That not one ...
... keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost glens , Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the shepherds ' twas believed ever , That not one ...
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... keep off mildews , and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge ...
... keep off mildews , and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge ...
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure 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 trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 287 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 197 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 288 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 369 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Сторінка ix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Сторінка 302 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Сторінка 390 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Сторінка 202 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 418 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Сторінка 198 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.