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... Strange thunders from the potency of song ; Mingled indeed with what is sweet and strong , From majesty : but in clear truth the themes Are ugly clubs , the Poets Polyphemes Disturbing the grand sea . A drainless shower Of light is ...
... Strange thunders from the potency of song ; Mingled indeed with what is sweet and strong , From majesty : but in clear truth the themes Are ugly clubs , the Poets Polyphemes Disturbing the grand sea . A drainless shower Of light is ...
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... no , impossible ! Impossible ! For sweet relief I ' ll dwell On humbler thoughts , and let this strange assay Begun in gentleness die so away . 310 E'en now all tumult from my bosom fades : I SLEEP AND POETRY . 43 133.
... no , impossible ! Impossible ! For sweet relief I ' ll dwell On humbler thoughts , and let this strange assay Begun in gentleness die so away . 310 E'en now all tumult from my bosom fades : I SLEEP AND POETRY . 43 133.
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... strange to me , as may betide With vases , to one deep in Phidian lore . 2 . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a ...
... strange to me , as may betide With vases , to one deep in Phidian lore . 2 . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot To steal away , and leave without a ...
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... strange she said ' I love thee true . ' 8 . " She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gaz'd and sighed deep , And there I shut her wild wild eyes , So kiss'd to sleep . 9 . " And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream ...
... strange she said ' I love thee true . ' 8 . " She took me to her elfin grot , And there she gaz'd and sighed deep , And there I shut her wild wild eyes , So kiss'd to sleep . 9 . " And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream ...
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... strange overgrowth ; Bethinking thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx By thy love's milky brow ! do thou now , By all the trembling mazes that she ran , 245 Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing ...
... strange overgrowth ; Bethinking thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx By thy love's milky brow ! do thou now , By all the trembling mazes that she ran , 245 Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing ...
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९९ adieu Æschylus Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers FMIC forest gentle goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heart heaven Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion pleasant poem poet poetry rose round Saturn seem'd shade Sidney Colvin 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 UNIV vex'd voice weep whisper wide wild wind wings wonder words young youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 2 - 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 67 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 1 - 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 10 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Сторінка 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Сторінка 276 - 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 265 - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
Сторінка 191 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Сторінка 7 - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Сторінка 67 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...