The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 páginas |
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... Dear child of sorrow son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye , ― Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy ...
... Dear child of sorrow son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye , ― Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy ...
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... dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless ...
... dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless ...
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... dear George , and true I hold it , ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it , ) That when a Poet is in such a trance , In air he sees white coursers paw and prance , Bestridden of gay knights , in gay apparel , Who at each other tilt ...
... dear George , and true I hold it , ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it , ) That when a Poet is in such a trance , In air he sees white coursers paw and prance , Bestridden of gay knights , in gay apparel , Who at each other tilt ...
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... dear friend and brother , 109 80 Lays have I left of such a dear delight That maids will sing them on their bridal night . For tasting joys like these , sure I should be Happier , and dearer to society . At times , ' t is true , I've ...
... dear friend and brother , 109 80 Lays have I left of such a dear delight That maids will sing them on their bridal night . For tasting joys like these , sure I should be Happier , and dearer to society . At times , ' t is true , I've ...
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... dear George , to you ! leau ; - The ocean with its vastness , its blue green , Its ships , its rocks , its caves , its hopes , its fears , - Its voice mysterious , which whoso hears Must think on what will be , and what has been . E'en ...
... dear George , to you ! leau ; - The ocean with its vastness , its blue green , Its ships , its rocks , its caves , its hopes , its fears , - Its voice mysterious , which whoso hears Must think on what will be , and what has been . E'en ...
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affectionate Brother JOHN Albert Auranthe beautiful BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON breath bright Brown Charles Armitage Brown Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE clouds Conrad dark DEAR death delight Dilke doth dream ears earth Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes fair FANNY FANNY BRAWNE fear feel flowers friend JOHN KEATS gentle George Gersa give Glocester Hampstead hand happy hast Haydon head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Keats's kiss lady Lamia leave light lines lips live look Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph mind morning never night numbers o'er Otho pain pleasant pleasure poem Poetry poor Reynolds seem'd sigh Sigifred silent sister sleep soft song sonnet soul spirit sweet tears Teignmouth tell thee thine thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought trees verses voice walk Wentworth Place wings words write written young
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Página 211 - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Página 133 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 143 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 154 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 143 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Página 143 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 39 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Página 125 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Página 230 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
Página 143 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...