The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 páginas |
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... eyes , Tho ' she stood smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " The solitude was ...
... eyes , Tho ' she stood smiling o'er the sacrifice , The poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . " The solitude was ...
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... she has a rich Eastern look : she has fine eyes , and * In Keats's copy of Shakspeare , the words Poor Tom , in " King Lear , " are pathetically underlined . fine manners . When she comes into the room , 40 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... she has a rich Eastern look : she has fine eyes , and * In Keats's copy of Shakspeare , the words Poor Tom , in " King Lear , " are pathetically underlined . fine manners . When she comes into the room , 40 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
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... eyes on her habitation , and enjoy each chance opportunity of her society . After Mr. Brown's departure he seems to have been all but domesticated with her family for a short time , but with the sad consciousness of the absolute ...
... eyes on her habitation , and enjoy each chance opportunity of her society . After Mr. Brown's departure he seems to have been all but domesticated with her family for a short time , but with the sad consciousness of the absolute ...
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... eyes fixed on Hampstead all day . Then there was a good hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives . * * * Is there any news of George ? O , that something fortunate had ever happened to me or my ...
... eyes fixed on Hampstead all day . Then there was a good hope of seeing her again - Now ! -O that I could be buried near where she lives . * * * Is there any news of George ? O , that something fortunate had ever happened to me or my ...
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... eyes dissolving at his woe , Or anxious calls , or close of trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead ...
... eyes dissolving at his woe , Or anxious calls , or close of trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead ...
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Página 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 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.
Página 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.