The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 páginas |
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... lives in the pursuit of honor . How comfortable a thing it is to feel that such a crime must bring its heavy penalty , that if one be a self - deluder , accounts must be balanced . " Again to Hunt : " I have asked myself so often why I ...
... lives in the pursuit of honor . How comfortable a thing it is to feel that such a crime must bring its heavy penalty , that if one be a self - deluder , accounts must be balanced . " Again to Hunt : " I have asked myself so often why I ...
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... 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 shape of his face had not the squareness of a man's , but more like some women's faces I have seen ...
... 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 shape of his face had not the squareness of a man's , but more like some women's faces I have seen ...
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... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a mawkish popularity . " In a fine fragment too , written about this time , he spoke of " Bards who died content on pleasant sward ...
... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good , but I hate a mawkish popularity . " In a fine fragment too , written about this time , he spoke of " Bards who died content on pleasant sward ...
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... live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she kept him awake one night , " as a tune of Mozart's might do . " He " won't cry to take the moon home with him in his pocket , nor fret to leave her behind ...
... live in her . " He then protests that he is not in love with her , but that she kept him awake one night , " as a tune of Mozart's might do . " He " won't cry to take the moon home with him in his pocket , nor fret to leave her behind ...
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... lives . I have seen foreign flowers in hothouses , of the most beautiful nature , but I do not care a straw for them . The simple flowers of our Spring are what I want to see again . " And he saw them - for towards the end of the spring ...
... lives . I have seen foreign flowers in hothouses , of the most beautiful nature , but I do not care a straw for them . The simple flowers of our Spring are what I want to see again . " And he saw them - for towards the end of the spring ...
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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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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.