The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 Seiten |
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... gone , and all its sweets are gone " .... 436 " I cry your mercy — pity — love — ay , - Keats's Last Sonnet .. 437 love " ..... 438 THE LIFE OF KEATS . THERE are few poets whose vi CONTENTS .
... gone , and all its sweets are gone " .... 436 " I cry your mercy — pity — love — ay , - Keats's Last Sonnet .. 437 love " ..... 438 THE LIFE OF KEATS . THERE are few poets whose vi CONTENTS .
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... gone to Ame- rica , and Keats himself showed symptoms of the hereditary disease which caused his death at last . It is in October , 1818 , that we find the first allu- sion to a passion , which was , ere long , to consume him . It is ...
... gone to Ame- rica , and Keats himself showed symptoms of the hereditary disease which caused his death at last . It is in October , 1818 , that we find the first allu- sion to a passion , which was , ere long , to consume him . It is ...
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... gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the ...
... gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the ...
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... gone , and her caressing tongue Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip , And very , very deadliness did nip Her motherly cheeks . Aroused from this sad mood By one , who at a distance loud halloo'd , Uplifting his strong bow into the air ...
... gone , and her caressing tongue Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip , And very , very deadliness did nip Her motherly cheeks . Aroused from this sad mood By one , who at a distance loud halloo'd , Uplifting his strong bow into the air ...
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... gone in eld , whose looks increased The silvery setting of their mortal star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of ...
... gone in eld , whose looks increased The silvery setting of their mortal star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of ...
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Adieu ALPHEUS FELCH Apollo art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lute Lycius lyre melodies morn mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn 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 trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 302 - 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...
Seite 229 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 302 - 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...
Seite 304 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Seite 322 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory Underneath a...
Seite 304 - 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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 406 - 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!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Seite xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Seite 378 - 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 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...