The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 стор. |
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... ON RECEIVING A 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.
... ON RECEIVING A 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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... THEE DWELL 99 284 HOW MANY BARDS GILD THE LAPSES OF TIME ! " 285 TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES 286 TO G. A. W. · 287 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON 288 TO MY BROTHERS 289 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER ...
... THEE DWELL 99 284 HOW MANY BARDS GILD THE LAPSES OF TIME ! " 285 TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES 286 TO G. A. W. · 287 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON 288 TO MY BROTHERS 289 ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER ...
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... thee , my song should die away Content as theirs , 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 ...
... thee , my song should die away Content as theirs , 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 ...
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... thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their ...
... thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their ...
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... thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells , And , being hidden , laugh at their out - peeping ; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping , The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak - apples , and fir - cones brown- By all ...
... thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells , And , being hidden , laugh at their out - peeping ; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping , The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak - apples , and fir - cones brown- By all ...
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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.