PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... lips Bidding adieu . " His limitation lies in the fact that he did not rise in his poetry to the acute perception of that intellectual and spiritual beauty which at once embraces and transcends the delight of the senses . " I have loved ...
... lips Bidding adieu . " His limitation lies in the fact that he did not rise in his poetry to the acute perception of that intellectual and spiritual beauty which at once embraces and transcends the delight of the senses . " I have loved ...
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... lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu , As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The winged boy I knew ; But who wast thou , O happy , happy dove ...
... lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu , As if disjoined by soft - handed slumber , And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye - dawn of aurorean love : The winged boy I knew ; But who wast thou , O happy , happy dove ...
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... lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight ་ ་ Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine , ` ` Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can ...
... lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh , Turning to poison while the bee - mouth sips : Ay , in the very temple of Delight ་ ་ Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine , ` ` Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can ...
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... thing is spoilt by use : Where's the cheek that doth not fade , Too much gaz'd at ? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new ? 70 Where's the eye , however blue , Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet 12 FANCY .
... thing is spoilt by use : Where's the cheek that doth not fade , Too much gaz'd at ? Where's the maid Whose lip mature is ever new ? 70 Where's the eye , however blue , Doth not weary ? Where's the face One would meet 12 FANCY .
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... lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks aubùrne . What next ? A tuft of evening ...
... lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks aubùrne . What next ? A tuft of evening ...
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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...