PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country green , Dance , and Provençal 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 ...
... deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country green , Dance , and Provençal 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 ...
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John Keats. Up the hill - side ; and now ' t is buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : Do I wake or sleep ? ODE ON A GRECIAN URN . 80 I. THOU still unravish'd bride of ...
John Keats. Up the hill - side ; and now ' t is buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : Do I wake or sleep ? ODE ON A GRECIAN URN . 80 I. THOU still unravish'd bride of ...
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... deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . 3 . She dwells with Beauty Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very ...
... deep , deep upon her peerless eyes . 3 . She dwells with Beauty Beauty that must die ; And Joy , whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very ...
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... deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with sun or moon , Or the seven stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John , or Robin bold ; Never one , of all the clan ...
... deep in forest drear . On the fairest time of June You may go , with sun or moon , Or the seven stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John , or Robin bold ; Never one , of all the clan ...
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... deep . 200 205 210 215 220 Soon they awoke clear - ey'd : nor burnt with thirsting , 225 Nor with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with ...
... deep . 200 205 210 215 220 Soon they awoke clear - ey'd : nor burnt with thirsting , 225 Nor with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with ...
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९९ Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look'd lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion Peona pleasant poem poet Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth ΙΟ
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Seite 2 - 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...
Seite 67 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Seite 1 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 10 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Seite 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Seite 276 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Seite 265 - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
Seite 191 - 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 7 - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Seite 67 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...