The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 стор. |
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... his essence fine Into the winds : rain - scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well - wooing sun ; The lark was lost in him ; cold springs had run To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass ; Man's 8 ENDYMION .
... his essence fine Into the winds : rain - scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well - wooing sun ; The lark was lost in him ; cold springs had run To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass ; Man's 8 ENDYMION .
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... pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions - be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O forester divine ! х Thou , to whom every faun and satyr flies 14 ENDYMION .
... pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions - be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O forester divine ! х Thou , to whom every faun and satyr flies 14 ENDYMION .
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... wind , And with the balmiest leaves his temples bind ; And , ever after , through those regions be His messenger , his little Mercury . Some were athirst in soul to see again Their fellow - huntsmen o'er the wide champaign In times long ...
... wind , And with the balmiest leaves his temples bind ; And , ever after , through those regions be His messenger , his little Mercury . Some were athirst in soul to see again Their fellow - huntsmen o'er the wide champaign In times long ...
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... sea - born Venus , when she rose From out her cradle shell . The wind out - blows Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion ; ' Tis blue , and over - spangled with a million . ; Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed ENDYMION . 27.
... sea - born Venus , when she rose From out her cradle shell . The wind out - blows Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion ; ' Tis blue , and over - spangled with a million . ; Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed ENDYMION . 27.
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... winds at large - that all may hearken ! Although , before the crystal heavens darken , I watch and dote upon the silver lakes Pictured in western cloudiness , that takes The semblance of gold rocks and bright gold sands , ENDYMION . 31.
... winds at large - that all may hearken ! Although , before the crystal heavens darken , I watch and dote upon the silver lakes Pictured in western cloudiness , that takes The semblance of gold rocks and bright gold sands , ENDYMION . 31.
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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.