The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 стор. |
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... 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 names have passed , and are passing away ,
... 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 names have passed , and are passing away ,
Сторінка xx
... passion ; the trumpet of Fame is as a tower of strength , the ambitious bloweth it , and is safe . " " There is no greater sin , after the seven deadly , than to flatter oneself into the idea of being a great poet , or one of those ...
... passion ; the trumpet of Fame is as a tower of strength , the ambitious bloweth it , and is safe . " " There is no greater sin , after the seven deadly , than to flatter oneself into the idea of being a great poet , or one of those ...
Сторінка xxxiii
... passion which under other circumstances might have com- bined all his dreams of happiness , but which was destined to increase tenfold the bitterness of his premature decay . * Up to this period he had been singularly shy of women's ...
... passion which under other circumstances might have com- bined all his dreams of happiness , but which was destined to increase tenfold the bitterness of his premature decay . * Up to this period he had been singularly shy of women's ...
Сторінка xxxv
... passion helped to wear away a physical frame originally feeble , and he might have lived longer if he had loved less . Several of the Tales and Odes , which are contained in the volume of miscellaneous poetry , had been written by this ...
... passion helped to wear away a physical frame originally feeble , and he might have lived longer if he had loved less . Several of the Tales and Odes , which are contained in the volume of miscellaneous poetry , had been written by this ...
Сторінка xli
... passion finds no place in his verse ; a few , and not eminent , fragments betray the haunting thought , but the careful exclusion of the topic from his literature adds one more testimony to the truth that the highest poetry exhibits ...
... passion finds no place in his verse ; a few , and not eminent , fragments betray the haunting thought , but the careful exclusion of the topic from his literature adds one more testimony to the truth that the highest poetry exhibits ...
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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.