Poems of John Keats, Band 2Lawrence & Bullen, 1896 |
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... sweet one , so ; " ) 163 Lines ( " Unfelt , unheard , unseen , " ) Sonnet . On the Sea Sonnet . On Leigh Hunt's Poem , of Rimini Fragment ( " Where's the Poet ? show him ! show him , " ) . Fragment . Modern Love • 161 · 162 • 164 165 ...
... sweet one , so ; " ) 163 Lines ( " Unfelt , unheard , unseen , " ) Sonnet . On the Sea Sonnet . On Leigh Hunt's Poem , of Rimini Fragment ( " Where's the Poet ? show him ! show him , " ) . Fragment . Modern Love • 161 · 162 • 164 165 ...
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... sweet dove died ; " • Sonnet to a Lady seen for a few Moments at Vauxhall . Sonnet on visiting the Tomb of Burns Meg Merrilies A Song about Myself Sonnet to Ailsa Rock PAGE • 195 195 • 196 197 • 198 202 Sonnet written in the Cottage ...
... sweet dove died ; " • Sonnet to a Lady seen for a few Moments at Vauxhall . Sonnet on visiting the Tomb of Burns Meg Merrilies A Song about Myself Sonnet to Ailsa Rock PAGE • 195 195 • 196 197 • 198 202 Sonnet written in the Cottage ...
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... sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed : In vain ; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found , And so he rested , on the lonely ground , Pensive , and full of painful jealousies Of the Wood - Gods , and even the very trees . There as he stood ...
... sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed : In vain ; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found , And so he rested , on the lonely ground , Pensive , and full of painful jealousies Of the Wood - Gods , and even the very trees . There as he stood ...
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... 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 , " Of ...
... 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 , " Of ...
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... sweet and virulent ; Her eyes in torture fix'd , and anguish drear , 150 Hot , glaz'd , and wide , with lid - lashes all sear , Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks , without one cool- ing tear . The colours all inflam'd throughout her ...
... sweet and virulent ; Her eyes in torture fix'd , and anguish drear , 150 Hot , glaz'd , and wide , with lid - lashes all sear , Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks , without one cool- ing tear . The colours all inflam'd throughout her ...
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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...