The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 стор. |
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... but the daisies , faithful to their buried lover , crowd his small mound with a galaxy of their innocent stars , more prosperous than those under which he lived . In person , Keats was below the middle height , XXX THE LIFE OF KEATS .
... but the daisies , faithful to their buried lover , crowd his small mound with a galaxy of their innocent stars , more prosperous than those under which he lived . In person , Keats was below the middle height , XXX THE LIFE OF KEATS .
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... stars in virgin splendour pours ; And travelling my eye , until the doors Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loth and fearful to alight From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me steadfast in that airy ...
... stars in virgin splendour pours ; And travelling my eye , until the doors Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loth and fearful to alight From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me steadfast in that airy ...
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... stars dart their artillery forth , And eagles struggle with the buffeting north That balances the heavy meteor - stone ; — Felt too , I was not fearful , nor alone , But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky . Soon , as it seem'd ...
... stars dart their artillery forth , And eagles struggle with the buffeting north That balances the heavy meteor - stone ; — Felt too , I was not fearful , nor alone , But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky . Soon , as it seem'd ...
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... stars . That tend thy bidding , I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky ! How beautiful thou art ! The world how deep ! How tremulous - dazzlingly the wheels sweep Around ...
... stars . That tend thy bidding , I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky ! How beautiful thou art ! The world how deep ! How tremulous - dazzlingly the wheels sweep Around ...
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... stars ; and he who listens to it Must surely be self - doom'd or he will rue it : For quenchless burnings come upon the heart , Made fiercer by a fear lest any part Should be engulfed in the eddying wind . As much as here is penn'd doth ...
... stars ; and he who listens to it Must surely be self - doom'd or he will rue it : For quenchless burnings come upon the heart , Made fiercer by a fear lest any part Should be engulfed in the eddying wind . As much as here is penn'd doth ...
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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.