The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Ausgabe 7991874 |
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... pleasant society . At the termination of his apprenticeship he went to London , to walk the hospitals . Here he lived in the Poultry , and was intro duced by Mr. Clarke to some of the literary celebrities of the day - to Leigh Hunt ...
... pleasant society . At the termination of his apprenticeship he went to London , to walk the hospitals . Here he lived in the Poultry , and was intro duced by Mr. Clarke to some of the literary celebrities of the day - to Leigh Hunt ...
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... pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " 1 EARLY POEMS DEDICATION To Leigh Hunt,
... pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " 1 EARLY POEMS DEDICATION To Leigh Hunt,
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... pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting . Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ; Or by the moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual ...
... pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting . Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ; Or by the moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual ...
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... pleasant cool The blue sky , here and there serenely peeping Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping . And on the bank a lonely flower he spied , A meek and forlorn flower , with naught of pride , Drooping its beauty o'er the ...
... pleasant cool The blue sky , here and there serenely peeping Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping . And on the bank a lonely flower he spied , A meek and forlorn flower , with naught of pride , Drooping its beauty o'er the ...
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... pleasant green Of easy slopes , and shadowy trees that lean So elegantly o'er the waters ' brim And show their blossoms trim . Scarce can his clear and nimble eyesight follow The freaks and dartings of the black - winged swallow ...
... pleasant green Of easy slopes , and shadowy trees that lean So elegantly o'er the waters ' brim And show their blossoms trim . Scarce can his clear and nimble eyesight follow The freaks and dartings of the black - winged swallow ...
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arms beauty beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear close clouds cold cool dark death deep delight divine doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel feet felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour keep kiss leaves light lips live look morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale pass pleasant pleasure poet poor rest rose round seemed seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought took touch trees turn twas voice warm whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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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.