The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 страница |
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... side of his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and brightness ; it had the expression as if he had been looking on some glorious sight . The ...
... side of his face ; his mouth was full and less intellectual than his other features . countenance lives in my mind as one of singular beauty and brightness ; it had the expression as if he had been looking on some glorious sight . The ...
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... of John's fortune to speculate with , but no proof of this remains on any of the letters on either side ; and , after John's death , when the legal ad- ministration of his effects showed that no debts were owing 44 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... of John's fortune to speculate with , but no proof of this remains on any of the letters on either side ; and , after John's death , when the legal ad- ministration of his effects showed that no debts were owing 44 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
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... sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequestered deep , Where no man went ; and if from ...
... sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequestered deep , Where no man went ; and if from ...
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... side Of thine emmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripened fruitage ; yellow - girted bees Their golden honeycombs ; our village leas Their fairest blossomed beans and poppied corn ; The ...
... side Of thine emmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripened fruitage ; yellow - girted bees Their golden honeycombs ; our village leas Their fairest blossomed beans and poppied corn ; The ...
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... side ; pitying the sad death Of Hyacinthus , when the cruel breath Of Zephyr slew him , -Zephyr penitent , Who now , ere Phoebus mounts the firmament , Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain . The archers too , upon a wider plain ...
... side ; pitying the sad death Of Hyacinthus , when the cruel breath Of Zephyr slew him , -Zephyr penitent , Who now , ere Phoebus mounts the firmament , Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain . The archers too , upon a wider plain ...
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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 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.