The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 Seiten |
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... 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 summer weather ; To summon all the downiest clouds together For ...
... 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 summer weather ; To summon all the downiest clouds together For ...
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... mortal love . So all have set my heavier grief above These things which happen . Rightly have they done : I , who still saw the horizontal sun Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world , Out - facing Lucifer , and then had ...
... mortal love . So all have set my heavier grief above These things which happen . Rightly have they done : I , who still saw the horizontal sun Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world , Out - facing Lucifer , and then had ...
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... mortal ! I even dared to press Her very cheek against my crowned lip , And , at that moment , felt my body dip Into a warmer air : a moment more , Our feet were soft in flowers . There was store Of newest joys upon that alp . Sometimes ...
... mortal ! I even dared to press Her very cheek against my crowned lip , And , at that moment , felt my body dip Into a warmer air : a moment more , Our feet were soft in flowers . There was store Of newest joys upon that alp . Sometimes ...
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... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavour after fame , To one , who keeps within his steadfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
... mortal , immortal ; to shake Ambition from their memories , and brim Their measure of content ; what merest whim , Seems all this poor endeavour after fame , To one , who keeps within his steadfast aim A love immortal , an immortal too ...
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... Its own sweet grief at parting . Overhead , Hung a lush screen of drooping weeds , and spread Thick , as to curtain up some wood - nymph's home . ' Ah ! impious mortal , whither do I roam ! ' . Said I , low - voiced : ' Ah , 38 ENDYMION .
... Its own sweet grief at parting . Overhead , Hung a lush screen of drooping weeds , and spread Thick , as to curtain up some wood - nymph's home . ' Ah ! impious mortal , whither do I roam ! ' . Said I , low - voiced : ' Ah , 38 ENDYMION .
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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
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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...