The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 стор. |
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... FANNY . I. ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS VERSES TO FANNY BRAWNE . SONNET : THE DAY IS GONE AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE ' To FANNY : ' I CRY YOUR MERCY — PITY - LOVE - AY , LOVE ! ' • 214 214 • • 215 • II . TO AILSA ROCK . 120 121 III ...
... FANNY . I. ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS VERSES TO FANNY BRAWNE . SONNET : THE DAY IS GONE AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE ' To FANNY : ' I CRY YOUR MERCY — PITY - LOVE - AY , LOVE ! ' • 214 214 • • 215 • II . TO AILSA ROCK . 120 121 III ...
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... FANNY KEATS 13. JANE REYNOLDS • 14. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 15. THE SAME 16. BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . 17. BENJAMIN BAILEY 18. THE SAME . 19. THE SAME 20. CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE 21. BENJAMIN BAILEY 22. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 23. GEORGE ...
... FANNY KEATS 13. JANE REYNOLDS • 14. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 15. THE SAME 16. BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON . 17. BENJAMIN BAILEY 18. THE SAME . 19. THE SAME 20. CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE 21. BENJAMIN BAILEY 22. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 23. GEORGE ...
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... FANNY KEATS 68. THE SAME 69. JANE REYNOLDS 70. CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE 71. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 72. FANNY KEATS 73. JAMES AUGUSTUS HESSEY 74. GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS 75. FANNY KEATS 76. THE SAME 77. RICHARD WOODHOUSE 78. FANNY ...
... FANNY KEATS 68. THE SAME 69. JANE REYNOLDS 70. CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE 71. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 72. FANNY KEATS 73. JAMES AUGUSTUS HESSEY 74. GEORGE AND GEORGIANA KEATS 75. FANNY KEATS 76. THE SAME 77. RICHARD WOODHOUSE 78. FANNY ...
Сторінка xi
... FANNY KEATS 106. MISS JEFFREY 107. THE SAME . 108. FANNY KEATS 109. JAMES ELMES 110. FANNY KEATS 111. THE SAME . 112. BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON 113. FANNY BRAWNE 114. FANNY KEATS 115. FANNY BRAWNE 116. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 117. FANNY ...
... FANNY KEATS 106. MISS JEFFREY 107. THE SAME . 108. FANNY KEATS 109. JAMES ELMES 110. FANNY KEATS 111. THE SAME . 112. BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON 113. FANNY BRAWNE 114. FANNY KEATS 115. FANNY BRAWNE 116. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 117. FANNY ...
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... FANNY BRAWNE 157. THE SAME 158. THE SAME 159. JAMES RICE 160. FANNY KEATS 161. FANNY BRAWNE 162. THE SAME 163. THE SAME . 164. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 165. FANNY BRAWNE 166. FANNY KEATS 167. FANNY BRAWNE 168. THE SAME 169. THE SAME ...
... FANNY BRAWNE 157. THE SAME 158. THE SAME 159. JAMES RICE 160. FANNY KEATS 161. FANNY BRAWNE 162. THE SAME 163. THE SAME . 164. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 165. FANNY BRAWNE 166. FANNY KEATS 167. FANNY BRAWNE 168. THE SAME 169. THE SAME ...
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Сторінка 211 - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Сторінка 133 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!
Сторінка 143 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 154 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 143 - 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!
Сторінка 143 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 39 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Сторінка 125 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Сторінка 230 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
Сторінка 143 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...