The Poetical Works of John KeatsOxford University Press, 1917 - 495 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty bliss bower breast breath bright cancelled Charles Wentworth Dilke clouds dark delight Dilke dost doth Draft dream ears earth edition Endymion Ernest de Sélincourt eyes faint fair Fall of Hyperion Fanny Brawne feel flowers forest Fragment gentle George Keats golden green grief hair hand happy hast head heart heaven Holograph Hyperion JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS John Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt Letters light lips London Lord Houghton lute Lycius lyre manuscript melody moon morning mortal Muses never night numbers o'er pain pale pass'd pleasure poem Porphyro rejected Richard Monckton Milnes rose round seem'd shade sigh silent silver sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spake spirit stanza stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas voice volume warm weep wild wind wings wonders Woodhouse young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 221 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Seite 248 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Seite 246 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 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 233 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 246 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 230 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 242 - Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old sign Sipping beverage divine, 20 And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Seite 230 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 232 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— Do I wake or sleep?
Seite 232 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.