The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Tema 7991874 |
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... Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , EARLY POEMS . 9 Specimen of an Induction to a Poem.
... Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissembling , EARLY POEMS . 9 Specimen of an Induction to a Poem.
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... tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearled their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses With lips that tremble , and with glistening eye " All the soft luxury That nestled in his arms . A dimpled hand ...
... tears of languishment , Or that the evening dew had pearled their tresses , He feels a moisture on his cheek , and blesses With lips that tremble , and with glistening eye " All the soft luxury That nestled in his arms . A dimpled hand ...
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... tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change ; Nor e'er will the music ...
... tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened . In this little dome , all those melodies strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change ; Nor e'er will the music ...
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... tears , it tried , Which fell profusely from the rose - tree stem ! Haply it was the workings of its pride , In strife to throw upon the shore a gem Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem . * * * * WOMAN ! when I behold thee flippant ...
... tears , it tried , Which fell profusely from the rose - tree stem ! Haply it was the workings of its pride , In strife to throw upon the shore a gem Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem . * * * * WOMAN ! when I behold thee flippant ...
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... tear for him , and Burns . Felton ! without incitements such as these , How vain for me the niggard Muse to tease : For thee , she will thy every dwelling grace , And make “ a sunshine in a shady place : " For thou wast once a flowret ...
... tear for him , and Burns . Felton ! without incitements such as these , How vain for me the niggard Muse to tease : For thee , she will thy every dwelling grace , And make “ a sunshine in a shady place : " For thou wast once a flowret ...
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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.