The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 Seiten |
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... young surgeon's apprentice , with no more opportunities of study and reflection than belonged to the general middle class of his time and country , is in itself a * The words on the stone . psychological wonder , only to be paralleled ...
... young surgeon's apprentice , with no more opportunities of study and reflection than belonged to the general middle class of his time and country , is in itself a * The words on the stone . psychological wonder , only to be paralleled ...
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... young should find especial delight in productions which take so much of their inspiration from the exuberant vitality of the author and of the world . But the eternal youth of antique beauty does not confine its influences to any ...
... young should find especial delight in productions which take so much of their inspiration from the exuberant vitality of the author and of the world . But the eternal youth of antique beauty does not confine its influences to any ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... young damsels danced along , Bearing the burden of a shepherd's song ; Each having a white wicker , overbrimm'd With April's tender younglings : next , well trimm'd , ENDYMION . A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks 6 ENDYMION .
... young damsels danced along , Bearing the burden of a shepherd's song ; Each having a white wicker , overbrimm'd With April's tender younglings : next , well trimm'd , ENDYMION . A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks 6 ENDYMION .
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... young Endymion pine away ! Soon the assembly , in a circle ranged , Stood silent round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently ...
... young Endymion pine away ! Soon the assembly , in a circle ranged , Stood silent round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently ...
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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.