The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a mawkish popularity . " In a fine fragment too , written about this time , he spoke of " Bards who died content on pleasant sward ...
... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a mawkish popularity . " In a fine fragment too , written about this time , he spoke of " Bards who died content on pleasant sward ...
Сторінка xxxii
... to be awkward or in a tremble : I forget myself entirely , because I live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she Ι kept him awake one night , " as a tune xxxii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... to be awkward or in a tremble : I forget myself entirely , because I live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she Ι kept him awake one night , " as a tune xxxii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
Сторінка xl
... live most for will be a great occasion of my death . ** I wish for death every day and night to deliver me from these pains , and then I wish death away , for death would destroy even those pains , which are better than nothing . Land ...
... live most for will be a great occasion of my death . ** I wish for death every day and night to deliver me from these pains , and then I wish death away , for death would destroy even those pains , which are better than nothing . Land ...
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... live . This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be for ward to inflict it : he will leave me alone , with the cou- viction that there is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a ...
... live . This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be for ward to inflict it : he will leave me alone , with the cou- viction that there is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a ...
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... live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid - forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : 20 And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for ...
... live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid - forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : 20 And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for ...
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arms beauty bending beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear clouds comes cool dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fancy fearful feel feet felt flowers forest fresh gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven hope hour human keep kiss leaves light lips live look mind morning mortal never night o'er once pain pass pleasant pleasure poet rest rose round seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul sounds spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tale tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought trees turn voice warm whispering 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.