The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... rich in virtue . The publication of three small volumes of verse , some earnest friendships , one profound passion , and a premature death , are the main incidents here to be recorded - ordinary indeed , and common to many men whose ...
... rich in virtue . The publication of three small volumes of verse , some earnest friendships , one profound passion , and a premature death , are the main incidents here to be recorded - ordinary indeed , and common to many men whose ...
Сторінка xii
... rich expression , and his strong frame would tremble with emotion as he read . The lines " in imitation of Spenser " are the earliest known verses of his com- position , and to the very last the traces of this main impulse of his poetic ...
... rich expression , and his strong frame would tremble with emotion as he read . The lines " in imitation of Spenser " are the earliest known verses of his com- position , and to the very last the traces of this main impulse of his poetic ...
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... rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and brightness ; it had the L expression as if he had been looking on some ...
... rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and brightness ; it had the L expression as if he had been looking on some ...
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... Rich in the simple worship of a day . " And yet , after all , the Preface which did appear was in the main deprecatory and with no " undersong of disrespect for the public ; " and when the Poet looked back on his labour he found it " a ...
... Rich in the simple worship of a day . " And yet , after all , the Preface which did appear was in the main deprecatory and with no " undersong of disrespect for the public ; " and when the Poet looked back on his labour he found it " a ...
Сторінка xxxii
... rich Eastern look : she has fine eyes , and fine manners . When she comes into the room , she makes the same impression as the beauty of a leopardess . She is too fine and too conscious of herself to repulse any man who may address her ...
... rich Eastern look : she has fine eyes , and fine manners . When she comes into the room , she makes the same impression as the beauty of a leopardess . She is too fine and too conscious of herself to repulse any man who may address her ...
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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.