The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Tema 7991874 |
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... soft voiced and young , and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these , And I shall ever bless my ...
... soft voiced and young , and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these , And I shall ever bless my ...
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... luxuries bright , milky , soft and rosy . A bush of May flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook would be without them ! And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let POEMS . stood Tiptoe upon a Little Hill.
... luxuries bright , milky , soft and rosy . A bush of May flowers with the bees about them ; Ah , sure no tasteful nook would be without them ! And let a lush laburnum oversweep them , And let POEMS . stood Tiptoe upon a Little Hill.
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... soft wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
... soft wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : Round which is heard a spring - head of ...
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... soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down ; Than the light music of her nimble toes Patting against the sorrel as she goes . How she would start , and blush , thus to be caught Playing in all her innocence of ...
... soft rustle of a maiden's gown Fanning away the dandelion's down ; Than the light music of her nimble toes Patting against the sorrel as she goes . How she would start , and blush , thus to be caught Playing in all her innocence of ...
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... Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought in faintness solemn , sweet , and slow A hymn from Dian's temple ! while upswelling , The incense went to her own starry dwelling . But though her face was clear as infant's eyes ...
... Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought in faintness solemn , sweet , and slow A hymn from Dian's temple ! while upswelling , The incense went to her own starry dwelling . But though her face was clear as infant's eyes ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mnemosyne moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Ophion pain pale passion pinions pleasant poet rill ringdove rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 275 - 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'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Página 262 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 40 - 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...
Página 264 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Página 261 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim : III.
Página 269 - 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 xvi - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 277 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Página 224 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Página 223 - 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.