The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts, Делови 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting , and fitting myself for verses fit to live . This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it : he will leave me ...
... hope that while it is dwindling I may be plotting , and fitting myself for verses fit to live . This may be speaking too presumptuously , and may deserve a punishment : but no feeling man will be forward to inflict it : he will leave me ...
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... hope I have not in too late a day touched the beautiful my- thology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewell . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 BOOK 1 . A THING of beauty is a joy iv ...
... hope I have not in too late a day touched the beautiful my- thology of Greece , and dulled its brightness : for I wish to try once more , before I bid it farewell . TEIGNMOUTH , April 10 , 1818 BOOK 1 . A THING of beauty is a joy iv ...
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... hope to write , Before the daisies , vermeil rimm'd and white , Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas , I must be near the middle of my story . O may no wintry season , bare and hoary ...
... hope to write , Before the daisies , vermeil rimm'd and white , Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas , I must be near the middle of my story . O may no wintry season , bare and hoary ...
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... hope Is of too wide , too rainbow - large a scope , To fret at myriads of earthly wrecks . Wherein lies happiness ? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine , A fellowship with essence ; till we shine , Full alchemized ...
... hope Is of too wide , too rainbow - large a scope , To fret at myriads of earthly wrecks . Wherein lies happiness ? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine , A fellowship with essence ; till we shine , Full alchemized ...
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... , like brain - flies , Leaving us fancy - sick . No , no , I'm sure , My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury , Unless it did , though fearfully , espy A hope BOOK I. ] ENDYMION . 31 31.
... , like brain - flies , Leaving us fancy - sick . No , no , I'm sure , My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury , Unless it did , though fearfully , espy A hope BOOK I. ] ENDYMION . 31 31.
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion Iapetus immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs 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 Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Страница 114 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Страница 116 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Страница 105 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Страница 155 - Into forgetfulness ; and, for the sage, Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage War on his temples. Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
Страница 37 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Страница 64 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Страница 137 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Страница 123 - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.
Страница 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Страница 36 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, 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.