John Keats: A StudyC. Kegan Paul & Company, 1880 - 183 páginas |
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... head grown grey in vain ; Nor when the spirit's self has ceased to burn , With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn . II . THE sadness of this short life - story C 2 A STUDY . 19 'ness may yet lead him through this dark ...
... head grown grey in vain ; Nor when the spirit's self has ceased to burn , With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn . II . THE sadness of this short life - story C 2 A STUDY . 19 'ness may yet lead him through this dark ...
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... head outflew That sweetest of all songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out the ...
... head outflew That sweetest of all songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out the ...
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... head of it , is its key - note . As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me , but why that I ne might Rest , I ne wist , for there n ' as erthly wight ( As I suppose ) had more of hertis ese Than I , for I n'ad sicknesse nor ...
... head of it , is its key - note . As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me , but why that I ne might Rest , I ne wist , for there n ' as erthly wight ( As I suppose ) had more of hertis ese Than I , for I n'ad sicknesse nor ...
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... 'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly . Close after these comes the venerable Priest of Pan , in his hand the basket of sacred herbs , and on his head the beechen wreath . Then follow more E 2 A STUDY . 51 ...
... 'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly . Close after these comes the venerable Priest of Pan , in his hand the basket of sacred herbs , and on his head the beechen wreath . Then follow more E 2 A STUDY . 51 ...
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A Study Frances Mary Owen. on his head the beechen wreath . Then follow more shepherds , and the fair - wrought car which bore Endymion . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede to manhood grown ; And , for those simple times ...
A Study Frances Mary Owen. on his head the beechen wreath . Then follow more shepherds , and the fair - wrought car which bore Endymion . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede to manhood grown ; And , for those simple times ...
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Página 170 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Página 110 - 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.
Página 183 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Página 163 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Página 171 - 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.
Página 171 - 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 ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 141 - 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, 220 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.
Página 4 - I've known you long; That you first taught me all the sweets of song : The grand, the sweet, the terse, the free, the fine : What swell'd with pathos, and what right divine : Spenserian vowels that elope with ease, And float along like birds o'er summer seas : Miltonian storms, and more, Miltonian tenderness: Michael in arms, and more, meek Eve's fair slenderness.
Página 174 - 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.
Página 19 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.