The Poetical Works of John KeatsOxford University Press, 1917 - 495 Seiten |
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... Leigh Hunt , Esq . " I stood tip - toe upon a little hill ' Specimen of an Induction to a Poem Calidore . A Fragment . To Some Ladies On receiving a curious Shell , and a Copy of Verses , from the same Ladies To **** [ Georgiana Augusta ...
... Leigh Hunt , Esq . " I stood tip - toe upon a little hill ' Specimen of an Induction to a Poem Calidore . A Fragment . To Some Ladies On receiving a curious Shell , and a Copy of Verses , from the same Ladies To **** [ Georgiana Augusta ...
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... Leigh Hunt To the Ladies who saw me Crown'd 288 288 Hymn to Apollo 289 · Sonnet [ " As from the darkening gloom " ] 290 Stanzas to Miss Wylie 290 Sonnet [ " Oh how I love , on a fair summer's eve " ] . 291 Sonnet [ " Before he went to ...
... Leigh Hunt To the Ladies who saw me Crown'd 288 288 Hymn to Apollo 289 · Sonnet [ " As from the darkening gloom " ] 290 Stanzas to Miss Wylie 290 Sonnet [ " Oh how I love , on a fair summer's eve " ] . 291 Sonnet [ " Before he went to ...
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... Leigh Hunt's Poem " The Story of Rimini " On Oxford : a Parody 294 295 295 296 296 The Poet : a Fragment 297 • Modern Love 297 Fragments of The Castle Builder 298 A Song of Opposites [ " Welcome joy , and welcome sorrow , " ] 300 Sonnet ...
... Leigh Hunt's Poem " The Story of Rimini " On Oxford : a Parody 294 295 295 296 296 The Poet : a Fragment 297 • Modern Love 297 Fragments of The Castle Builder 298 A Song of Opposites [ " Welcome joy , and welcome sorrow , " ] 300 Sonnet ...
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... Leigh Hunt's Poem , " The Story of Rimini " . VII . " When I have fears that I may cease to be " 292 293 VIII . To Homer 294 IX . Answer to a Sonnet ... by J. H. Reynolds ( " Blue ! ' Tis the life of heaven " ) 295 · X. ToJ . H ...
... Leigh Hunt's Poem , " The Story of Rimini " . VII . " When I have fears that I may cease to be " 292 293 VIII . To Homer 294 IX . Answer to a Sonnet ... by J. H. Reynolds ( " Blue ! ' Tis the life of heaven " ) 295 · X. ToJ . H ...
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... Leigh Hunt's time ) , Annals of the Fine Arts ( 1817–20 ) , Hunt's Literary Pocket - Book , his Indicator , The Gem , a Literary Annual , edited by Thomas Hood , Hood's Magazine , The Dial , The Athenæum , Notes and Queries , and The ...
... Leigh Hunt's time ) , Annals of the Fine Arts ( 1817–20 ) , Hunt's Literary Pocket - Book , his Indicator , The Gem , a Literary Annual , edited by Thomas Hood , Hood's Magazine , The Dial , The Athenæum , Notes and Queries , and The ...
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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.