The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 Seiten |
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... must be charitable , and put all this * * When * In Keats's copy of Shakspeare , the words Poor Tom , in King Lear , " are pathetically underlined . C perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . xxxiii.
... must be charitable , and put all this * * When * In Keats's copy of Shakspeare , the words Poor Tom , in King Lear , " are pathetically underlined . C perversity to my being disappointed since my boyhood . " MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . xxxiii.
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... poor Falstaff , though I do not ' babble , ' I think of green fields ; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a ...
... poor Falstaff , though I do not ' babble , ' I think of green fields ; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a ...
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... poor lambkins from the eagle's maw ; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again ; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main , And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells ...
... poor lambkins from the eagle's maw ; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again ; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main , And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells ...
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... Poor , lonely Niobe ! when her lovely young Were dead and gone , and her caressing tongue Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip , And very , very deadliness did nip Her motherly cheeks . Aroused from this sad moo : ] By one , who at a ...
... Poor , lonely Niobe ! when her lovely young Were dead and gone , and her caressing tongue Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip , And very , very deadliness did nip Her motherly cheeks . Aroused from this sad moo : ] By one , who at a ...
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... poor weakness ! but , for all her strife , She could as soon have crush'd away the life From a sick dove . At length , to break the pause , She said with trembling chance : " Is this the cause ? This all ? Yet it is strange , and sad ...
... poor weakness ! but , for all her strife , She could as soon have crush'd away the life From a sick dove . At length , to break the pause , She said with trembling chance : " Is this the cause ? This all ? Yet it is strange , and sad ...
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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.