Poems of John Keats, Band 2Lawrence & Bullen, 1896 |
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... flowers his passion new , And wound with many a river to its head , 25 To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her ... flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating snake , Bright , and cirque - couchant in a dusky brake . She was a ...
... flowers his passion new , And wound with many a river to its head , 25 To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her ... flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating snake , Bright , and cirque - couchant in a dusky brake . She was a ...
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... flowers sweet ; " From weary tendrils , and bow'd branches green , " She plucks the fruit unseen , she bathes unseen : " And by my power is her beauty veil'd " To keep it unaffronted , unassail'd " By the love - glances of unlovely eyes ...
... flowers sweet ; " From weary tendrils , and bow'd branches green , " She plucks the fruit unseen , she bathes unseen : " And by my power is her beauty veil'd " To keep it unaffronted , unassail'd " By the love - glances of unlovely eyes ...
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... flower That faints into itself at evening hour : But the God fostering her chilled hand , She felt the warmth , her eyelids open'd bland , And , like new flowers at morning song of bees , Bloom'd , and gave up her honey to the lees ...
... flower That faints into itself at evening hour : But the God fostering her chilled hand , She felt the warmth , her eyelids open'd bland , And , like new flowers at morning song of bees , Bloom'd , and gave up her honey to the lees ...
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... flowers too rough , " What canst thou say or do of charm enough " To dull the nice remembrance of my home ? " Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam " Over these hills and vales , where no joy is , — 66 Empty of immortality and ...
... flowers too rough , " What canst thou say or do of charm enough " To dull the nice remembrance of my home ? " Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam " Over these hills and vales , where no joy is , — 66 Empty of immortality and ...
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... flowers , newly reap'd Late on that eve , as ' twas the night before The Adonian feast ; whereof she saw no more , 310 315 320 But wept alone those days , for why should she adore ? Lycius from death awoke into amaze , To see her still ...
... flowers , newly reap'd Late on that eve , as ' twas the night before The Adonian feast ; whereof she saw no more , 310 315 320 But wept alone those days , for why should she adore ? Lycius from death awoke into amaze , To see her still ...
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Adieu Albert Auranthe beauty Bellanaine Bertha breath bright brow Castle clouds Conrad dark death doth dream earth Emperor Enter Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes faery fair fair lady Farewell fear flowers gentle George Keats Gersa Glocester gloom golden green hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour Hungarian Hyperion Imaus JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Kaims Keats king kiss kiss'd lady Lamia letter lips listen look look'd Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph lyre melody moan moon morn mortal never night noble o'er Otho pain pale pass'd pity poor Prince Saturn seem'd shade Sigifred silent Sire sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stars Steph sweet sweet dove died tears tell thee thine thou art Tom Keats tongue touch'd turn'd twas voice warm weep whisper wine wings
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Seite 84 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 98 - Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd 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 69 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 80 - 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, Cluster'd 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 29 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Seite 83 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 96 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Seite 140 - 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...
Seite 63 - He had a fever late, and in the fit He cursed thee and thine, both house and land: Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit More tame for his gray hairs — Alas me! flit! Flit like a ghost away.
Seite 104 - As when, upon a tranced summer night, Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave...