The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 páginas |
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... gone , bad luck to it ! I shall look upon it hereafter with unmixed pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some color to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that ...
... gone , bad luck to it ! I shall look upon it hereafter with unmixed pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some color to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that ...
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... gone . You must be charitable , and put all this perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " But now his time had come . At a house where he was very intimate , he met a cousin of the family , a lady of East Indian ...
... gone . You must be charitable , and put all this perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " But now his time had come . At a house where he was very intimate , he met a cousin of the family , a lady of East Indian ...
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... gone far to establish him as a poet even in vulgar fame . During its completion he had spent much time on an Ariosto - like Poem , which he called the " Cap and Bells , " exhibiting his play of fancy to great advantage , and getting ...
... gone far to establish him as a poet even in vulgar fame . During its completion he had spent much time on an Ariosto - like Poem , which he called the " Cap and Bells , " exhibiting his play of fancy to great advantage , and getting ...
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... gone thus far into it , I must go on a little - perhaps it may relieve the load of wretchedness which presses upon me . The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me . My dear Brown , I should have had her when I was in ...
... gone thus far into it , I must go on a little - perhaps it may relieve the load of wretchedness which presses upon me . The persuasion that I shall see her no more will kill me . My dear Brown , I should have had her when I was in ...
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... gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the ...
... gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the ...
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Apollo beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 347 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Página 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Página 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Página 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Página 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; 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 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.