The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, Teile 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite ...
... never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us , and a sleep Full of sweet dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite ...
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... Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every night - fall went . Among the shepherds ' twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock ...
... Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every night - fall went . Among the shepherds ' twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock ...
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... never dumb ; Or from your swelling downs , where sweet air stirs 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 ...
... never dumb ; Or from your swelling downs , where sweet air stirs 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 ...
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... trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead - still as a marble BOOK I. ] 17 ENDYMION .
... trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead - still as a marble BOOK I. ] 17 ENDYMION .
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... never tongue , although it overteem With mellow utterance , like a cavern - spring , Could figure out and to conception bring All I beheld and felt . Methought I lay Watching the zenith , where the milky way Among the stars in virgin ...
... never tongue , although it overteem With mellow utterance , like a cavern - spring , Could figure out and to conception bring All I beheld and felt . Methought I lay Watching the zenith , where the milky way Among the stars in virgin ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice warm weep whence whispering wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 104 - 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; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 114 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 107 - O 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 109 - 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 38 - Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
Seite 64 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Seite 115 - 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 sallows, 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 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Seite 129 - 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...
Seite 110 - 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...