The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 страница |
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... pleasure in looking down at the enjoyers of their works , their eyes must bend with double satisfaction . upon him . I sit as at a feast when he is over them , and pray that if , after my death , any of my labors should be worth saving ...
... pleasure in looking down at the enjoyers of their works , their eyes must bend with double satisfaction . upon him . I sit as at a feast when he is over them , and pray that if , after my death , any of my labors should be worth saving ...
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... pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some color to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that after this time his spirits and health began to decline , and the short ...
... pleasure , as I do on my Stratford - on - Avon day with Bailey . " It gave some color to the belief of the mental injury inflicted on Keats by the reviewers , that after this time his spirits and health began to decline , and the short ...
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... pleasure he had received in life was in watching the growth of flowers ; " and another time , after lying a while quite still , he murmured , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " And there they do grow even all the winter long ...
... pleasure he had received in life was in watching the growth of flowers ; " and another time , after lying a while quite still , he murmured , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " And there they do grow even all the winter long ...
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... pleasure expanded without enervating his powers ; but , it was perhaps required , for the vindication of his nature from the charge of senti- mental sensuality and unmanly dependence , that he should be thus severely tried , and that ...
... pleasure expanded without enervating his powers ; but , it was perhaps required , for the vindication of his nature from the charge of senti- mental sensuality and unmanly dependence , that he should be thus severely tried , and that ...
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... Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis scared away by slow - returning pleasure . How sickening , how dark the dreadful leisure Of ...
... Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis scared away by slow - returning pleasure . How sickening , how dark the dreadful leisure Of ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears 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 streams 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.