PoemsGinn, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... young , as forever his song is full of melody . The rich sweetness of his verse touches the more surely because behind it lies the pathos of that early grave ; and among all the writers of the century there is probably none who has ...
... young , as forever his song is full of melody . The rich sweetness of his verse touches the more surely because behind it lies the pathos of that early grave ; and among all the writers of the century there is probably none who has ...
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... young man . He was not precociously literary . The reading of Spenser when he was sixteen or seventeen seems to have awakened in him the passion till then latent , and for the rest of his life poetry was to him a prime necessity of ...
... young man . He was not precociously literary . The reading of Spenser when he was sixteen or seventeen seems to have awakened in him the passion till then latent , and for the rest of his life poetry was to him a prime necessity of ...
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... young man not unnaturally exaggerated ; and perhaps this influence was not on the whole other than beneficial . The range of Hunt was never worthy traditions , and it was a wide one , but he held to of no little importance that Keats ...
... young man not unnaturally exaggerated ; and perhaps this influence was not on the whole other than beneficial . The range of Hunt was never worthy traditions , and it was a wide one , but he held to of no little importance that Keats ...
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... young singer is indicated by the effect of Endymion upon him , and by his own attitude toward the book . He wrote it with eagerness , and yet by the time it was finished he had already outgrown it . In the preface he says in effect that ...
... young singer is indicated by the effect of Endymion upon him , and by his own attitude toward the book . He wrote it with eagerness , and yet by the time it was finished he had already outgrown it . In the preface he says in effect that ...
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... 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 November , and in misery , in poverty , in anguish ...
... 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 November , and in misery , in poverty , in anguish ...
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९९ Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody moon morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche once pain pale pass'd passion Peona poem poet poetry Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders words young youth
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Seite 7 - 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 267 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 10 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Seite 7 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 7 - 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 10 - 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 4 - 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 270 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Seite 4 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Seite 269 - 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.