The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott, 第 639 号George Routledge and sons, the Broadway, Ludgate., 1873 - 351 ページ |
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... morning incense from the fields of May , As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray From those kind eyes , -the very home and haunt Of sisterly affection . Can I want Aught else , aught nearer heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry ...
... morning incense from the fields of May , As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray From those kind eyes , -the very home and haunt Of sisterly affection . Can I want Aught else , aught nearer heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry ...
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... morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head , Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal ; and round him grew All tendrils green , of every bloom and hue , Together intertwined and trammell'd fresh ...
... morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head , Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal ; and round him grew All tendrils green , of every bloom and hue , Together intertwined and trammell'd fresh ...
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... morning once I fled away Into the breezy clouds , to weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears ; thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he ...
... morning once I fled away Into the breezy clouds , to weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears ; thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he ...
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... morning eagle , lost and weary , And purblind amid foggy midnight wolds . But he revives at once : for who beholds New sudden things , nor casts his mental slough ? Forth from a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ...
... morning eagle , lost and weary , And purblind amid foggy midnight wolds . But he revives at once : for who beholds New sudden things , nor casts his mental slough ? Forth from a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ...
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... morning gates of heaven ? Or keeping watch among those starry seven , Old Atlas ' children ? Art a maid of the waters , One of the shell - winding Triton's bright hair'd daughters ? Or art , impossible ! a nymph of Dian's , Weaving a ...
... morning gates of heaven ? Or keeping watch among those starry seven , Old Atlas ' children ? Art a maid of the waters , One of the shell - winding Triton's bright hair'd daughters ? Or art , impossible ! a nymph of Dian's , Weaving a ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cold cool Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal mossy muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonder young youth
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318 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
273 ページ - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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?
272 ページ - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
279 ページ - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
275 ページ - 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! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
269 ページ - 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.
321 ページ - 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.
191 ページ - 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.
2 ページ - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
204 ページ - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.