The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... COPY OF VERSES FROM THE SAME LADIES 230 ΤΟ TO HOPE 232 234 236 99 " 6 WOMAN ! WHEN I BEHOLD THEE FLIPPANT , VAIN . 237 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE 239 IMITATION OF SPENSER • MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- PAGE ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 242 ODE.
... COPY OF VERSES FROM THE SAME LADIES 230 ΤΟ TO HOPE 232 234 236 99 " 6 WOMAN ! WHEN I BEHOLD THEE FLIPPANT , VAIN . 237 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE 239 IMITATION OF SPENSER • MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- PAGE ODE ON A GRECIAN URN 242 ODE.
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... hope to the nighing time when I shall have none . " After reading these passages it is difficult to see in what spirit more wise or manly an author could receive unseemly and insolent criticism . When Lord Byron boasts that , after the ...
... hope to the nighing time when I shall have none . " After reading these passages it is difficult to see in what spirit more wise or manly an author could receive unseemly and insolent criticism . When Lord Byron boasts that , after the ...
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... Hope was there , with Genius his everlasting sustainer , and Fear never approached but as the companion of Necessity but the intensity of passion helped to wear away a physical frame originally feeble , and he might have lived longer if ...
... Hope was there , with Genius his everlasting sustainer , and Fear never approached but as the companion of Necessity but the intensity of passion helped to wear away a physical frame originally feeble , and he might have lived longer if ...
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... hope of happiness when I shall be well ; for I am now so weak that I can be flattered into hope . " When he said one day , " Look at my hand , it is that of a man of fifty , " it was remembered that years before , Coleridge meeting ...
... hope of happiness when I shall be well ; for I am now so weak that I can be flattered into hope . " When he said one day , " Look at my hand , it is that of a man of fifty , " it was remembered that years before , Coleridge meeting ...
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... hope of ultimate good to remedy the pangs of present separation . He had been tended for a few weeks by the one hand that could soothe him , and that he must leave , perhaps for ever . And he would have had to go alone but for the ...
... hope of ultimate good to remedy the pangs of present separation . He had been tended for a few weeks by the one hand that could soothe him , and that he must leave , perhaps for ever . And he would have had to go alone but for the ...
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adieu Apollo Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Calidore Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark delight divine doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face fair fancy feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy hast head heart heaven Hyperion kiss lady Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er ODE TO PSYCHE pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tale tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whisper wide wild wind wings wonder young youth
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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.