The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 стор. |
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... sounds . It is also a palpable consequence of this mode of composition , that the sense appears too often made for the rhyme , and , while most poets would be loth to allow how frequently the necessity of the rhyme suggests the ...
... sounds . It is also a palpable consequence of this mode of composition , that the sense appears too often made for the rhyme , and , while most poets would be loth to allow how frequently the necessity of the rhyme suggests the ...
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... sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " The solitude was not very propitious to his work , but he composed some other good verses , such as the sonnet " On the Sea , " and others illustrative of his thoughts and feelings ...
... sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " The solitude was not very propitious to his work , but he composed some other good verses , such as the sonnet " On the Sea , " and others illustrative of his thoughts and feelings ...
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... sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministering looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his ...
... sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministering looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his ...
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... sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn : Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare The scrip , with needments , for the mountain air ; And all ye gentle girls who foster up Udderless lambs , and in a little cup Will put ...
... sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn : Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare The scrip , with needments , for the mountain air ; And all ye gentle girls who foster up Udderless lambs , and in a little cup Will put ...
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... : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge - see , Great son of 10 ENDYMION .
... : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge - see , Great son of 10 ENDYMION .
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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.