The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 Seiten |
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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 harebells 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 harebells 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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... lidless - eyed train Of planets all were in the blue again . To commune with those orbs , once more I raised My sight right upward : but it was quite dazed By a bright something , sailing down apace , Making ENDYMION . 51.
... lidless - eyed train Of planets all were in the blue again . To commune with those orbs , once more I raised My sight right upward : but it was quite dazed By a bright something , sailing down apace , Making ENDYMION . 51.
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... blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest bluebell bed , Handfuls of daisies . " . 66 Endymion , how strange ! Dream within dream ! " " She took an airy range ...
... blue , and over - spangled with a million Of little eyes , as though thou wert to shed , Over the darkest , lushest bluebell bed , Handfuls of daisies . " . 66 Endymion , how strange ! Dream within dream ! " " She took an airy range ...
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... blue Of ocean fades upon him ; then , anew , He sinks adown a solitary glen , Where there was never sound of mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy 64 ENDYMION .
... blue Of ocean fades upon him ; then , anew , He sinks adown a solitary glen , Where there was never sound of mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy 64 ENDYMION .
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds Corinth dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-doves rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Seite 266 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Seite 260 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed 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 257 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!
Seite 35 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms "We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely...
Seite 257 - 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 306 - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Seite 196 - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.
Seite 16 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Seite 167 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Seite 194 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem, that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...