The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... stars that twinkle in the heavens . Yet must I tell a tale of chivalry : Or wherefore comes that knight so proudly by ? Wherefore more proudly does the gentle knight Rein in the swelling of his ample might ? Spenser ! thy brows are ...
... stars that twinkle in the heavens . Yet must I tell a tale of chivalry : Or wherefore comes that knight so proudly by ? Wherefore more proudly does the gentle knight Rein in the swelling of his ample might ? Spenser ! thy brows are ...
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... stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doff'd his shining steel , Gladdening in the free and airy feel Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking round about him with a fond And placid eye , young Calidore is burning To ...
... stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doff'd his shining steel , Gladdening in the free and airy feel Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking round about him with a fond And placid eye , young Calidore is burning To ...
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... stars . Ah ! surely he had burst our mortal bars ; Into some wondrous region he had gone , To search for thee , divine Endymion ! He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the ...
... stars . Ah ! surely he had burst our mortal bars ; Into some wondrous region he had gone , To search for thee , divine Endymion ! He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the ...
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... stars , to strive to think divinely : That I should never hear Apollo's song , Though feathery clouds were floating all along The purple west , and , two bright streaks between , The golden lyre itself were dimly seen : That the still ...
... stars , to strive to think divinely : That I should never hear Apollo's song , Though feathery clouds were floating all along The purple west , and , two bright streaks between , The golden lyre itself were dimly seen : That the still ...
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... stars Of highest heaven : to thy rolling spheres Thou sweetest singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . B ...
... stars Of highest heaven : to thy rolling spheres Thou sweetest singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . B ...
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anon Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy hast heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nought numbers nymphs o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit strange streams summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou wast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 68 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Сторінка 241 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Сторінка 74 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Сторінка xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Сторінка 244 - 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...
Сторінка 192 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers: the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy!
Сторінка 194 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Сторінка 79 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Сторінка 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Сторінка 73 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing...