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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... round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast , That , whether there be shine , or ...
... round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast , That , whether there be shine , or ...
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... round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would often beat his wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers budded ...
... round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would often beat his wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers budded ...
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... round the altar , seem'd to pry Earnestly round as wishing to espy Some folk of holiday : nor had they waited For many moments , ere their ears were sated With a faint breath of music , which ev'n then Fill'd out his voice , and died ...
... round the altar , seem'd to pry Earnestly round as wishing to espy Some folk of holiday : nor had they waited For many moments , ere their ears were sated With a faint breath of music , which ev'n then Fill'd out his voice , and died ...
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... round Apollo's pipe , When the great deity , for earth too ripe , Let his divinity o'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly : Some idly trail'd their sheep - hooks on the ground , And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound ...
... round Apollo's pipe , When the great deity , for earth too ripe , Let his divinity o'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly : Some idly trail'd their sheep - hooks on the ground , And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound ...
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... round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan and pale ...
... round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan and pale ...
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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.