The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 páginas |
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... mortal sickness with every alleviation that medical care and knowledge could bestow . It was thus alone that his life was preserved during December and January . On the last day of November he wrote his last letter , -in a tone of mind ...
... mortal sickness with every alleviation that medical care and knowledge could bestow . It was thus alone that his life was preserved during December and January . On the last day of November he wrote his last letter , -in a tone of mind ...
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... mortal star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of summer weather ; To summon all the downiest clouds together For ...
... mortal star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of summer weather ; To summon all the downiest clouds together For ...
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... mortal love . So all have set my heavier grief above These things which happen . Rightly have they done : I , who still saw the horizontal sun Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world , Out - facing Lucifer , and then had ...
... mortal love . So all have set my heavier grief above These things which happen . Rightly have they done : I , who still saw the horizontal sun Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world , Out - facing Lucifer , and then had ...
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... mortal ! I even dared to press Her very cheek against my crowned lip , And , at that moment , felt my body dip Into a warmer air : a moment more , Our feet were soft in flowers . There was store Of newest joys upon that alp . Sometimes ...
... mortal ! I even dared to press Her very cheek against my crowned lip , And , at that moment , felt my body dip Into a warmer air : a moment more , Our feet were soft in flowers . There was store Of newest joys upon that alp . Sometimes ...
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... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavour after fame , To one , who keeps within his stedfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavour after fame , To one , who keeps within his stedfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 209 - 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?
Página 208 - 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...
Página 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Página 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Página 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Página 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as 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 Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Página 209 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades 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? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 155 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Página 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Página 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.