The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 ページ |
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... portion of ethereal dew Fall on my head , and presently unmew My soul ; that I may dare , in wayfaring , To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing . Leading the way , young damsels danced along , Bearing 38 ENDYMION .
... portion of ethereal dew Fall on my head , and presently unmew My soul ; that I may dare , in wayfaring , To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing . Leading the way , young damsels danced along , Bearing 38 ENDYMION .
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... sing for thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions — be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O ...
... sing for thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions — be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O ...
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... Singing alone , and fearfully , — how the blood Left his young cheek ; and how he used to stray He knew not where : and how he would say , nay , If any said ' twas love : and yet ' twas love ; What could it be but love ? How a ring ...
... Singing alone , and fearfully , — how the blood Left his young cheek ; and how he used to stray He knew not where : and how he would say , nay , If any said ' twas love : and yet ' twas love ; What could it be but love ? How a ring ...
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... sings but to her love , nor e'er conceives How tiptoe Night holds back her dark - gray hood . Just so may love , although ' tis understood The mere commingling of passionate breath , Produce more than our searching witnesseth : What I ...
... sings but to her love , nor e'er conceives How tiptoe Night holds back her dark - gray hood . Just so may love , although ' tis understood The mere commingling of passionate breath , Produce more than our searching witnesseth : What I ...
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... sing This ditty to her ! - tell her ' So I stay'd My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name Most ...
... sing This ditty to her ! - tell her ' So I stay'd My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name Most ...
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds Corinth dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-doves rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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266 ページ - 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...
260 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.
257 ページ - 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!
35 ページ - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make '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...
257 ページ - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
306 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.
196 ページ - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.
16 ページ - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
167 ページ - 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.
194 ページ - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem, that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...