The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 страница |
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... Hast thou sinned in aught Offensive to the heavenly powers ? Caught A Paphian dove upon a message sent ? Thy deathful bow against some deer - herd bent , Sacred to Dian ? Haply , thou hast seen Her naked limbs among the alders green ...
... Hast thou sinned in aught Offensive to the heavenly powers ? Caught A Paphian dove upon a message sent ? Thy deathful bow against some deer - herd bent , Sacred to Dian ? Haply , thou hast seen Her naked limbs among the alders green ...
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... hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm surmise ? Ambition is no sluggard : ' tis no prize , That toiling years would put within my grasp , That I have sighed for ...
... hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm surmise ? Ambition is no sluggard : ' tis no prize , That toiling years would put within my grasp , That I have sighed for ...
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... Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair ? Not oat - sheaves drooping in the western sun ; Not - thy soft hand , fair sister ! let me shun Such follying before thee - yet she had , Indeed , locks bright enough to make me mad ; And they ...
... Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair ? Not oat - sheaves drooping in the western sun ; Not - thy soft hand , fair sister ! let me shun Such follying before thee - yet she had , Indeed , locks bright enough to make me mad ; And they ...
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... hast thou faithful guarded since The day of sacrifice ? Or have new sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and ...
... hast thou faithful guarded since The day of sacrifice ? Or have new sorrows Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrows ? Alas ! ' tis his old grief . For many days , Has he been wandering in uncertain ways : Through wilderness , and ...
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... hast thou starved on the ruth , The bitterness of love : too long indeed , Seeing thou art so gentle . Could I weed Thy soul of care , by heavens , I would offer All the bright riches of my crystal coffer To Amphitrite ; all my clear ...
... hast thou starved on the ruth , The bitterness of love : too long indeed , Seeing thou art so gentle . Could I weed Thy soul of care , by heavens , I would offer All the bright riches of my crystal coffer To Amphitrite ; all my clear ...
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Apollo beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Страница 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Страница 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Страница 347 - 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.
Страница 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Страница 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Страница 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Страница 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Страница 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; 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.
Страница 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.