PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... kiss , Though winning near the goal - yet , do not grieve ; She cannot fade , though thou hast not thy bliss , For ever wilt thou love , and she be fair ! 15 20 Keats 3 . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! 4 ON A GRECIAN URN . ODE ON A GRECIAN.
... kiss , Though winning near the goal - yet , do not grieve ; She cannot fade , though thou hast not thy bliss , For ever wilt thou love , and she be fair ! 15 20 Keats 3 . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! 4 ON A GRECIAN URN . ODE ON A GRECIAN.
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... kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The winged boy I knew ; But who wast thou , O happy , happy dove ? His Psyche true ! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus ' faded hierarchy ! Fairer than ...
... kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The winged boy I knew ; But who wast thou , O happy , happy dove ? His Psyche true ! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus ' faded hierarchy ! Fairer than ...
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... kiss'd By nightshade , ruby grape of Proserpine ; Make not your rosary of yew - berries , کا 20 25 30 Nor let the beetle , nor the death - moth be Your mournful Psyche , nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries ; C For ...
... kiss'd By nightshade , ruby grape of Proserpine ; Make not your rosary of yew - berries , کا 20 25 30 Nor let the beetle , nor the death - moth be Your mournful Psyche , nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries ; C For ...
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... kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : So haply when I rove in some far vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet peas , on tip - toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white ...
... kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : So haply when I rove in some far vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . Here are sweet peas , on tip - toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white ...
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... with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss 24 " I STOOD TIP - TOE . "
... with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss 24 " I STOOD TIP - TOE . "
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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...