The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... sweet , and slow , A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling , The incense rose to her own starry dwelling . But tho ' her face was clear as infants ' eyes , Tho ' she stood smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so ...
... sweet , and slow , A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling , The incense rose to her own starry dwelling . But tho ' her face was clear as infants ' eyes , Tho ' she stood smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so ...
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... sweet a place . " Some years ago , when the writer of this memoir was at Rome , the thick grass had nearly overgrown the humble tomb - stone , which how- ever few strangers of our race omit to visit ; but whether this record of him ...
... sweet a place . " Some years ago , when the writer of this memoir was at Rome , the thick grass had nearly overgrown the humble tomb - stone , which how- ever few strangers of our race omit to visit ; but whether this record of him ...
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... sweet peas , I must be near the middle of my story . O may no wintry season , bare and hoary , See it half - finish'd : but let Autumn bold , With universal tinge of sober gold , Be all about me when I make an end And now at once ...
... sweet peas , I must be near the middle of my story . O may no wintry season , bare and hoary , See it half - finish'd : but let Autumn bold , With universal tinge of sober gold , Be all about me when I make an end And now at once ...
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... a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull : Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than Leda's love , and cresses from the rill . humanity His aged head , crowned with beechen wreath , ENDYMION . 9.
... a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull : Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than Leda's love , and cresses from the rill . humanity His aged head , crowned with beechen wreath , ENDYMION . 9.
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... sweet air stirs Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye , whose precious charge Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge , Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old ...
... sweet air stirs Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye , whose precious charge Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge , Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old ...
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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.