The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Ausgabe 7991874 |
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... pain with out comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict ; and also when I feel I am right , no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary perception and ratification of what is fine . ” A ...
... pain with out comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict ; and also when I feel I am right , no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary perception and ratification of what is fine . ” A ...
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... pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? Syrinx , a river nymph , who , flying from Pan , was turned into a reed . Fletcher alludes to this nymph : - " Pan , for her dear sake , Who ...
... pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring ? Syrinx , a river nymph , who , flying from Pan , was turned into a reed . Fletcher alludes to this nymph : - " Pan , for her dear sake , Who ...
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... pain . This canopy mark : ' tis the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish , When lovely Titania was far , far away , And cruelly left him to sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft sighing ...
... pain . This canopy mark : ' tis the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish , When lovely Titania was far , far away , And cruelly left him to sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft sighing ...
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... pain , From cruel parents , or relentless fair ; O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh our sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! In the long vista of ...
... pain , From cruel parents , or relentless fair ; O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh our sonnets to the midnight air ! Sweet Hope ! ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! In the long vista of ...
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... pain That its mild light creates to heal again : E'en then , elate , my spirit leaps , and prances , E'en then my soul with exultation dances For that to love , so long , I've dormant lain : But when I see thee meek , and kind , and ...
... pain That its mild light creates to heal again : E'en then , elate , my spirit leaps , and prances , E'en then my soul with exultation dances For that to love , so long , I've dormant lain : But when I see thee meek , and kind , and ...
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Seite 275 - 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'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Seite 262 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 40 - 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...
Seite 264 - 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! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Seite 261 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim : III.
Seite 269 - 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 xvi - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Seite 277 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Seite 224 - 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.
Seite 223 - 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.