The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE 347 I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE ! -AYE , LOVE ! 348 KEATS'S LAST SONNET 349 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . BY LORD HOUGHTON . THE viii CONTENTS .
... GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE 347 I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE ! -AYE , LOVE ! 348 KEATS'S LAST SONNET 349 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . BY LORD HOUGHTON . THE viii CONTENTS .
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... gone , bad luck to it ! I shall look upon it hereafter with unmixed pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some colour to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that ...
... gone , bad luck to it ! I shall look upon it hereafter with unmixed pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some colour to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that ...
Сторінка xxxii
... gone . You must be charitable , and put all this perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " But now his time had come . At a house where he was very intimate , he met a cousin of the family , a lady of East Indian ...
... gone . You must be charitable , and put all this perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " But now his time had come . At a house where he was very intimate , he met a cousin of the family , a lady of East Indian ...
Сторінка xxxix
... gone far to establish him as a poet even in vulgar fame . During its com- pletion he had spent much time on an Ariosto - like Poem , which he called the " Cap and Bells , " exhibiting his play of fancy to great advantage , and getting ...
... gone far to establish him as a poet even in vulgar fame . During its com- pletion he had spent much time on an Ariosto - like Poem , which he called the " Cap and Bells , " exhibiting his play of fancy to great advantage , and getting ...
Сторінка xli
... gone thus far into it , I must go on a little— perhaps it may relieve the load of wretchedness which presses upon me . The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me . My dear Brown , I should have had her when I was in health ...
... gone thus far into it , I must go on a little— perhaps it may relieve the load of wretchedness which presses upon me . The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me . My dear Brown , I should have had her when I was in health ...
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Сторінка 240 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Сторінка 180 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Сторінка 5 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the Heaven's brink.
Сторінка 5 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 242 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Сторінка 240 - 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...
Сторінка 178 - 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 170 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Сторінка 293 - To one who has been long in city pent, Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Сторінка 148 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? 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.