The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 Seiten |
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... blue , his hair auburn ; he wore it divided down the centre , and it fell in rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular ...
... blue , his hair auburn ; he wore it divided down the centre , and it fell in rich masses on each side his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . His countenance lives in my mind as one of singular ...
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... blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers budded newly ; and the dew Had taken fairy phantasies to strew Daisies upon the sacred sward last eve , And so the dawned light in pomp ...
... blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers budded newly ; and the dew Had taken fairy phantasies to strew Daisies upon the sacred sward last eve , And so the dawned light in pomp ...
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... Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye , whose precious charge Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge , Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn ...
... Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye , whose precious charge Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge , Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn ...
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... blue - bells , or a wren light rustling Among sere leaves and twigs , might all be heard . O magic sleep ! O comfortable bird , That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth ! O unconfined Restraint ...
... blue - bells , or a wren light rustling Among sere leaves and twigs , might all be heard . O magic sleep ! O comfortable bird , That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth ! O unconfined Restraint ...
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... blue again . To commune with those orbs , once more I raised My sight right upward : but it was quite dazed By a ... blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest blue ...
... blue again . To commune with those orbs , once more I raised My sight right upward : but it was quite dazed By a ... blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest blue ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 209 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Seite 208 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Seite 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Seite 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Seite 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Seite 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Seite 209 - 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 155 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Seite 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.