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... face and figure . The maternal grandfather had left a moderate fortune to the Keats children , which was not too well man- aged by the trustees . A considerable portion of John's share was expended upon his education . He was taken from ...
... face and figure . The maternal grandfather had left a moderate fortune to the Keats children , which was not too well man- aged by the trustees . A considerable portion of John's share was expended upon his education . He was taken from ...
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... face with a calmness of countenance that I can never forget , and said , ' I know the color of that blood - it is arterial blood- I cannot be deceived in that color - that drop of blood is my death - warrant I must die . " " He ...
... face with a calmness of countenance that I can never forget , and said , ' I know the color of that blood - it is arterial blood- I cannot be deceived in that color - that drop of blood is my death - warrant I must die . " " He ...
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... is spoilt by use : Where's the cheek that doth not fade , Too much gaz'd at ? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new ? Where's the eye , however blue , 70 Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet I 2 FANCY .
... is spoilt by use : Where's the cheek that doth not fade , Too much gaz'd at ? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new ? Where's the eye , however blue , 70 Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet I 2 FANCY .
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John Keats Arlo Bates. Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet in every place ? 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 ...
John Keats Arlo Bates. Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet in every place ? 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 ...
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... faces , 135 140 And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweet briar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our feet , the voice of crystal bubbles Charms us at once away from ...
... faces , 135 140 And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweet briar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our feet , the voice of crystal bubbles Charms us at once away from ...
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९९ Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody moon morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche once pain pale pass'd passion Peona poem poet poetry Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders words young youth
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Сторінка 7 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Сторінка 267 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 10 - 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...
Сторінка 7 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Сторінка 7 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 10 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Сторінка 4 - 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 270 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 4 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Сторінка 269 - 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.