The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 Seiten |
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... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lovest to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And ...
... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lovest to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And ...
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... So dear a picture of his sovereign power , And I could witness his most kingly hour , When he doth tighten up the golden reins , And paces leisurely down amber plains His snorting four . Now when his chariot last Its.
... So dear a picture of his sovereign power , And I could witness his most kingly hour , When he doth tighten up the golden reins , And paces leisurely down amber plains His snorting four . Now when his chariot last Its.
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... doth scathe The gentle heart , as northern blasts do roses ; And then the ballad of his sad life closes With sighs , and an alas ! -Endymion ! Be rather in the trumpet's mouth , -anon Among the winds at large - that all may hearken ...
... doth scathe The gentle heart , as northern blasts do roses ; And then the ballad of his sad life closes With sighs , and an alas ! -Endymion ! Be rather in the trumpet's mouth , -anon Among the winds at large - that all may hearken ...
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... doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept . Feel we these things ! -that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness , and our state Is like a floating spirit's . But there are Richer entanglements , enthralments far More self ...
... doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept . Feel we these things ! -that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness , and our state Is like a floating spirit's . But there are Richer entanglements , enthralments far More self ...
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... Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' tis the cell of Echo , where she sits , And babbles thorough silence , till her wits Are gone in tender madness , and anon , Faints into sleep ...
... Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' tis the cell of Echo , where she sits , And babbles thorough silence , till her wits Are gone in tender madness , and anon , Faints into sleep ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla 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 thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Seite 297 - 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.
Seite 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 347 - 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.
Seite 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Seite 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Seite 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Seite 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Seite 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; 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.
Seite 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.