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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... tears and of laughter following each other almost without any interval . " His skill in all manly exercises and the perfect generosity of his dispo- sition , made him extremely popular ; he combined , " writes one of his schoolfellows ...
... tears and of laughter following each other almost without any interval . " His skill in all manly exercises and the perfect generosity of his dispo- sition , made him extremely popular ; he combined , " writes one of his schoolfellows ...
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... tears ? Yet dry them up , in bidding hence all fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar ...
... tears ? Yet dry them up , in bidding hence all fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar ...
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... tears , My clenched hands ; —for lo ! the poppies hung Dew - dabbled on their stalks , the ouzel sung A heavy ditty , and the sullen day Had chidden herald Hesperus away , With leaden looks : the solitary breeze Bluster'd , and slept ...
... tears , My clenched hands ; —for lo ! the poppies hung Dew - dabbled on their stalks , the ouzel sung A heavy ditty , and the sullen day Had chidden herald Hesperus away , With leaden looks : the solitary breeze Bluster'd , and slept ...
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... tears were coming , when I heard my name Most fondly lipp'd , and then these accents came : ' Endymion ! the cave is secreter Than the isle of Delos . Echo hence shall stir No sighs but sigh - warm kisses , or light noise Of thy combing ...
... tears were coming , when I heard my name Most fondly lipp'd , and then these accents came : ' Endymion ! the cave is secreter Than the isle of Delos . Echo hence shall stir No sighs but sigh - warm kisses , or light noise Of thy combing ...
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... ! O balm ! All records , saving thine , come cool , and calm , And shadowy , through the mist of passed years : For others , good or bad , hatred and tears Have become indolent ; but touching thine , One sigh D 2 Endymion . 35.
... ! O balm ! All records , saving thine , come cool , and calm , And shadowy , through the mist of passed years : For others , good or bad , hatred and tears Have become indolent ; but touching thine , One sigh D 2 Endymion . 35.
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arms beauty beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear clouds cold comes cool dark death deep delight doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel feet felt flowers forest friends gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale pass pleasant pleasure poet poor rest rose round seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars steps stood strange streams sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought took trees trembling twas voice warm wide 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.