The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 páginas |
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... twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock , but passed unworried By any wolf , or pard with prying head , Until it came to some unfooted plains Where fed the herds of Pan : ay , great his ...
... twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock , but passed unworried By any wolf , or pard with prying head , Until it came to some unfooted plains Where fed the herds of Pan : ay , great his ...
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... twas the morn : Apollo's upward fire Made every eastern cloud a silvery pyre Of brightness so unsullied , that therein A melancholy spirit well might win Oblivion , and melt out his essence fine Into the winds : rain - scented eglantine ...
... twas the morn : Apollo's upward fire Made every eastern cloud a silvery pyre Of brightness so unsullied , that therein A melancholy spirit well might win Oblivion , and melt out his essence fine Into the winds : rain - scented eglantine ...
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... shot a golden splendor far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' twas even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ENDYMION . 71.
... shot a golden splendor far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' twas even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ENDYMION . 71.
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... Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child ; And nothing since has floated in the air So mournful strange . Surely some influence rare Went , spiritual , through the damsel's hand ; For ...
... Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more forest wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child ; And nothing since has floated in the air So mournful strange . Surely some influence rare Went , spiritual , through the damsel's hand ; For ...
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... twas too much ; Methought I fainted at the charmed touch , Yet held my recollection , even as one Who dives three fathoms where the waters run Gurgling in beds of coral : for anon , I felt upmounted in that region Where falling stars ...
... twas too much ; Methought I fainted at the charmed touch , Yet held my recollection , even as one Who dives three fathoms where the waters run Gurgling in beds of coral : for anon , I felt upmounted in that region Where falling stars ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears 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 streams 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.