 | Lucy Newlyn - 1993 - 322 стор.
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 | Emanuel Berman - 1993 - 532 стор.
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 | John Keats - 1994 - 554 стор.
...blue affrayed eyes wide open shone: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. xxxtv Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide...which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth widess words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined... | |
 | John Keats - 1994 - 296 стор.
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 | Andrew Bennett - 1994 - 272 стор.
...'blue affrayed' (line 296). Ultimately, her refusal to see threatens to destroy Porphyro's plan : ' Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, / Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep' (lines 298-9). And it is, in particular, the visible change wrought in Porphyro as she wakes, that... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 стор.
...partly wakes as her "blue aff rayed eyes" (296) open, that awakening is not an altogether happy one. Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep: 10 See The Letters of John Keats, éd. Hyder Edward Rollins (Cambridge, Mass., 1958), n, 162-64, 182-83,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 стор.
...Her blue affrayed eyes wide open shone: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. 34 Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide...of her sleep: There was a painful change, that nigh cxpcll'd 300 The blisses of her dream so pure and deep: At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 стор.
...blue affrayed eyes wide open shone: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. xxxrv Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep: 300 There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which... | |
 | John Keats - 1999 - 260 стор.
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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... 
