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... wind - harp , the motive of the greater part of Keats's poetry . was with him a delight of the sense . It seems to me rather idle to go about in attempts to disguise or evade this fact . It was part of his nature , and it was ...
... wind - harp , the motive of the greater part of Keats's poetry . was with him a delight of the sense . It seems to me rather idle to go about in attempts to disguise or evade this fact . It was part of his nature , and it was ...
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... wind : Far , far around shall those dark - cluster'd trees Fledge the wild - ridged mountains steep by steep ; And there by zephyrs , streams , and birds , and bees , The moss - lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep ; And in the midst of ...
... wind : Far , far around shall those dark - cluster'd trees Fledge the wild - ridged mountains steep by steep ; And there by zephyrs , streams , and birds , and bees , The moss - lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep ; And in the midst of ...
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... the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drows'd with the fume of poppies , while thy hook IO 15 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers : 8 TO AUTUMN . TO AUTUMN ODE ON MELANCHOLY FANCY PAGE xi I.
... the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drows'd with the fume of poppies , while thy hook IO 15 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers : 8 TO AUTUMN . TO AUTUMN ODE ON MELANCHOLY FANCY PAGE xi I.
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... wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red - breast whistles from a garden - croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies . 20 25 30 ODE ON ...
... wind lives or dies ; And full - grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge - crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The red - breast whistles from a garden - croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies . 20 25 30 ODE ON ...
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... wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , 35 That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
... wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , 35 That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
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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...