The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310 стор. |
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... earth can supply . There is , consequently , more kindness than justice in the thought that has been expressed with great strength as well as beauty by Mrs. Browning when she calls Keats " The man who never stepped In gradual progress ...
... earth can supply . There is , consequently , more kindness than justice in the thought that has been expressed with great strength as well as beauty by Mrs. Browning when she calls Keats " The man who never stepped In gradual progress ...
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... earth's regions under ; And sometimes like a gentle whispering Of all the secrets of some wondrous thing That breathes about us in the vacant air ; So that we look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of light , aërial ...
... earth's regions under ; And sometimes like a gentle whispering Of all the secrets of some wondrous thing That breathes about us in the vacant air ; So that we look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of light , aërial ...
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... earth : happy are ye and glad . These things are doubtless : yet in truth we've had Strange thunders from the potency of song ; Mingled indeed with what is sweet and strong , From majesty but in clear truth the themes Are ugly cubs ...
... earth : happy are ye and glad . These things are doubtless : yet in truth we've had Strange thunders from the potency of song ; Mingled indeed with what is sweet and strong , From majesty but in clear truth the themes Are ugly cubs ...
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... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darkened ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darkened ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
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... earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequestered deep , Where no man went ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb strayed far a - down those inmost ...
... earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequestered deep , Where no man went ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb strayed far a - down those inmost ...
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aged arms beauty blue breath bright charm clear close clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight doth dream ears earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green grief hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour human Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look moon morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale passed passion pleasant pleasure poor rest rose round seemed shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand took touch trees turn twas voice whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 271 - 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...
Сторінка 269 - 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, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 271 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 268 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 270 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Сторінка 223 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
Сторінка 269 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 61 - Made for our searching. Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils, With the green world they 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 ; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead...
Сторінка 229 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 280 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...