The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 стор. |
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... with respect to the matter in question , and myself ; but it eases me to tell you : I could not live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a xxviii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... with respect to the matter in question , and myself ; but it eases me to tell you : I could not live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a xxviii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
Сторінка xxxiv
... live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she kept him awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . " He " won't cry to take the moon home with him in his pocket , nor fret to leave her behind him ...
... live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she kept him awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . " He " won't cry to take the moon home with him in his pocket , nor fret to leave her behind him ...
Сторінка xlii
... live most for will be 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 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 forward to inflict it : he will leave me alone , with the conviction that there is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great ...
... live . This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it : he will leave me alone , with the conviction that there is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great ...
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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 : 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 : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 209 - 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-fringed 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?
Сторінка 208 - 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 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Сторінка 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Сторінка 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Сторінка 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Сторінка 209 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; 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 155 - 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 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Сторінка 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.