The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott, Tema 639George Routledge and sons, the Broadway, Ludgate., 1873 - 351 páginas |
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... star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of summer weather : To summon all the downiest clouds together For the ...
... star . There they discoursed upon the fragile bar That keeps us from our homes ethereal ; And what our duties there : to nightly call Vesper , the beauty - crest of summer weather : To summon all the downiest clouds together For the ...
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... stars in virgin splendour pours ; And travelling my eye , until the doors Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loth and fearful to alight From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me stedfast in that airy ...
... stars in virgin splendour pours ; And travelling my eye , until the doors Of heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loth and fearful to alight From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me stedfast in that airy ...
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... stars began to glide , And faint away , before my eager view : At which I sigh'd that I could not pursue , And dropp'd my vision to the horizon's verge ; And lo ! from opening clouds , I saw emerge The loveliest moon , that ever silver ...
... stars began to glide , And faint away , before my eager view : At which I sigh'd that I could not pursue , And dropp'd my vision to the horizon's verge ; And lo ! from opening clouds , I saw emerge The loveliest moon , that ever silver ...
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... stars dart their artillery forth , And eagles struggle with the buffeting north That balances the heavy meteor - stone ; - Felt too , I was not fearful , nor alone , But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky . Soon Endymion . 23.
... stars dart their artillery forth , And eagles struggle with the buffeting north That balances the heavy meteor - stone ; - Felt too , I was not fearful , nor alone , But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous sky . Soon Endymion . 23.
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... star Through autumn mists , and took Peona's hand : They stept into the boat , and launch'd from land . BOOK II . O SOVEREIGN power of love ! O grief ! O balm ! All records , saving thine , come cool , and calm , And shadowy , through ...
... star Through autumn mists , and took Peona's hand : They stept into the boat , and launch'd from land . BOOK II . O SOVEREIGN power of love ! O grief ! O balm ! All records , saving thine , come cool , and calm , And shadowy , through ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cold cool Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal mossy muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Página 318 - 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 273 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Página 272 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 279 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Página 275 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 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!
Página 269 - 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 321 - 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 191 - 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 2 - Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Página 204 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.