The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 páginas |
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... wish for lineage higher Than twin - sister of Thalia ? At least for ever , evermore Will I call the Graces four . Hadst thou liv'd when chivalry Lifted up her lance on high , Tell me what thou wouldst have been ? Ah ! I see the silver ...
... wish for lineage higher Than twin - sister of Thalia ? At least for ever , evermore Will I call the Graces four . Hadst thou liv'd when chivalry Lifted up her lance on high , Tell me what thou wouldst have been ? Ah ! I see the silver ...
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... wish'd you And when I feel , fair creature of an hour. Round , vast , and spanning all , like Saturn's ring ? You too upheld the veil from Clio's beauty , And pointed out the patriot's stern duty ; The might of Alfred , and the shaft of ...
... wish'd you And when I feel , fair creature of an hour. Round , vast , and spanning all , like Saturn's ring ? You too upheld the veil from Clio's beauty , And pointed out the patriot's stern duty ; The might of Alfred , and the shaft of ...
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... day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewel . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the 48 ENDYMION THE SAME.
... day touched the beautiful mythology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewel . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 . Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the 48 ENDYMION THE SAME.
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... wish'd , ' mid that eternal spring , To meet his rosy child , with feathery sails , Sweeping , eye - earnestly , through almond vales : 380 Who , suddenly , should stoop through the smooth wind , And with the balmiest leaves his temples ...
... wish'd , ' mid that eternal spring , To meet his rosy child , with feathery sails , Sweeping , eye - earnestly , through almond vales : 380 Who , suddenly , should stoop through the smooth wind , And with the balmiest leaves his temples ...
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... To its huge self ; and the minutest fish Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish , And show his little eye's anatomy . Then there was pictured the regality 210 Of Neptune ; and the sea - nymphs round his BOOK THIRD 81.
... To its huge self ; and the minutest fish Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish , And show his little eye's anatomy . Then there was pictured the regality 210 Of Neptune ; and the sea - nymphs round his BOOK THIRD 81.
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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...