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... took lodgings in London , declaring his intention of writing for the periodicals for support . His means were nearly exhausted , his health was steadily failing , and he was worn out alike by the sense of the desperate struggle in which ...
... took lodgings in London , declaring his intention of writing for the periodicals for support . His means were nearly exhausted , his health was steadily failing , and he was worn out alike by the sense of the desperate struggle in which ...
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... took passage for Naples , accompanied by the young painter , Joseph Severn , whose devoted friendship can never be forgotten or thought of without admiration so long as the name of Keats is remembered . The invalid reached Rome in ...
... took passage for Naples , accompanied by the young painter , Joseph Severn , whose devoted friendship can never be forgotten or thought of without admiration so long as the name of Keats is remembered . The invalid reached Rome in ...
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... took me to her elfin grot , And there she gaz'd and sighed deep , 30 And there I shut her wild wild eyes , So kiss'd to sleep . 9 . " And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream'd - ah ! woe betide ! — The latest dream I ever ...
... took me to her elfin grot , And there she gaz'd and sighed deep , 30 And there I shut her wild wild eyes , So kiss'd to sleep . 9 . " And there we slumber'd on the moss , And there I dream'd - ah ! woe betide ! — The latest dream I ever ...
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... Took happy flights . Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead , and all thy wretched crew ? 5 IO IV . How many bards gild the lapses of time ! A few of them have ever been the food - Of my delighted fancy , — I could brood Over ...
... Took happy flights . Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead , and all thy wretched crew ? 5 IO IV . How many bards gild the lapses of time ! A few of them have ever been the food - Of my delighted fancy , — I could brood Over ...
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... took . Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still , a - sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch ...
... took . Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still , a - sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch ...
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Seite 5 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou 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! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 3 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Seite 189 - 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 8 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Seite 10 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
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 5 - Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 2 - 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 282 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
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...