The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 páginas |
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Página xi
... tell as sad , and , at the same time , as ennobling a tale of life as ever engaged the pen of poetic fiction . But these volumes can scarcely be in the hands of all to whose hours of study or enjoyment the Poems of Keats may find ready ...
... tell as sad , and , at the same time , as ennobling a tale of life as ever engaged the pen of poetic fiction . But these volumes can scarcely be in the hands of all to whose hours of study or enjoyment the Poems of Keats may find ready ...
Página xxviii
... respect to the matter in question , and myself ; but it eases me to tell you : I could not live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a xxviii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... respect to the matter in question , and myself ; but it eases me to tell you : I could not live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a xxviii MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
Página xliv
... tell him how I am , as far as you can guess ; and also a note to my sister — who walks about my imagination like a ghost - she - is so like Tom . I can scarcely bid you good - bye , even in a letter . I always made an awkward bow . God ...
... tell him how I am , as far as you can guess ; and also a note to my sister — who walks about my imagination like a ghost - she - is so like Tom . I can scarcely bid you good - bye , even in a letter . I always made an awkward bow . God ...
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... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
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... telling of this goodly company , Of their old piety , and of their glee : But let a portion of ethereal dew Fall on my head , and presently unmew My soul ; that I may dare , in wayfaring , To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing ...
... telling of this goodly company , Of their old piety , and of their glee : But let a portion of ethereal dew Fall on my head , and presently unmew My soul ; that I may dare , in wayfaring , To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing ...
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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.