The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 ページ |
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... melody of bedded reeds- In desolate places , where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth , Bethinking thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the ...
... melody of bedded reeds- In desolate places , where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth , Bethinking thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the ...
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... melody , in the Carian's ear ; First heaven , then hell , and then forgotten clear , Vanish'd in elemental passion . And down some swart abysm he had gone , Had not a heavenly guide benignant led To where thick myrtle branches ...
... melody , in the Carian's ear ; First heaven , then hell , and then forgotten clear , Vanish'd in elemental passion . And down some swart abysm he had gone , Had not a heavenly guide benignant led To where thick myrtle branches ...
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... this gush of feeling pass Away in solitude ? And must they wane , Like melodies upon a sandy plain , Without an echo ? Then shall I be left So sad , so melancholy , so bereft ! Yet still I feel immortal ! O my love , 5 ENDYMION . 65.
... this gush of feeling pass Away in solitude ? And must they wane , Like melodies upon a sandy plain , Without an echo ? Then shall I be left So sad , so melancholy , so bereft ! Yet still I feel immortal ! O my love , 5 ENDYMION . 65.
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... melodies are these ? They sound as through the whispering of trees , Not native in such barren vaults . Give ear ! " O Arethusa , peerless nymph ! why fear Such tenderness as mine ? Great Dian , why , Why didst thou hear her prayer ? O ...
... melodies are these ? They sound as through the whispering of trees , Not native in such barren vaults . Give ear ! " O Arethusa , peerless nymph ! why fear Such tenderness as mine ? Great Dian , why , Why didst thou hear her prayer ? O ...
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... melodies are these ? They sound as through the whispering of trees , Not native in such barren vaults . Give ear ! 66 " O Arethusa , peerless nymph ! why fear Such tenderness as mine ? Great Dian , why , Why didst thou hear her prayer ...
... melodies are these ? They sound as through the whispering of trees , Not native in such barren vaults . Give ear ! 66 " O Arethusa , peerless nymph ! why fear Such tenderness as mine ? Great Dian , why , Why didst thou hear her prayer ...
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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287 ページ - 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...
197 ページ - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
288 ページ - 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! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
369 ページ - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
ix ページ - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
302 ページ - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
390 ページ - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
202 ページ - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
418 ページ - 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 a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
198 ページ - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.