The Poetical Works of John KeatsMacmillan, 1906 - 349 páginas |
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... Dream , after reading Dante's Episode of Paulo and Francesca · An Extempore from a Letter to George Keats and his Wife . 345 346 346 348 349 349 • Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown Two or Three : from a Letter to his Sister ...
... Dream , after reading Dante's Episode of Paulo and Francesca · An Extempore from a Letter to George Keats and his Wife . 345 346 346 348 349 349 • Spenserian Stanzas on Charles Armitage Brown Two or Three : from a Letter to his Sister ...
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... Magazine ) XII . To Sleep • • XIII . On Fame ( " Fame like a wayward girl " ) XIV . On Fame ( " How fever'd is the man " ) XV . “ Why did I laugh to - night ? ” • SONNETS XVI . On a Dream ( " As Hermes xviii INTRODUCTION.
... Magazine ) XII . To Sleep • • XIII . On Fame ( " Fame like a wayward girl " ) XIV . On Fame ( " How fever'd is the man " ) XV . “ Why did I laugh to - night ? ” • SONNETS XVI . On a Dream ( " As Hermes xviii INTRODUCTION.
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John Keats William Thomas Arnold. SONNETS XVI . On a Dream ( " As Hermes once " ) XVII . " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " XVIII . " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone ! " . XIX . " I cry your mercy - pity ...
John Keats William Thomas Arnold. SONNETS XVI . On a Dream ( " As Hermes once " ) XVII . " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " XVIII . " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone ! " . XIX . " I cry your mercy - pity ...
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... Dream " —not casually or descrip- tively , but as the title of an unpublished work from which he inscribes some extracts in a collection of quotations from various authors prefixed to his inter- leaved copy of Endymion . Many of Keats's ...
... Dream " —not casually or descrip- tively , but as the title of an unpublished work from which he inscribes some extracts in a collection of quotations from various authors prefixed to his inter- leaved copy of Endymion . Many of Keats's ...
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... Dream & c . is in my own collection : it contains a holograph draft of that sonnet and a copy by Miss Brawne of Keats's last sonnet . A holograph manuscript of the Stanzas beginning " In a drear - nighted December " was sold at ...
... Dream & c . is in my own collection : it contains a holograph draft of that sonnet and a copy by Miss Brawne of Keats's last sonnet . A holograph manuscript of the Stanzas beginning " In a drear - nighted December " was sold at ...
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Albert Auranthe beauty bliss bower breath bright cancelled Charles Wentworth Dilke clouds Conrad copy dark death delight dost doth Draft dream earth edition Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes faint fair Fall of Hyperion Fanny Brawne feel flowers fragment gentle George Keats Gersa Glocester golden green hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven holograph hour Hyperion JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS John Keats Keats's kiss lady Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt letter light lips London look Lord Houghton Ludolph manuscript morn mortal Muses never night numbers o'er Otho pain pale pass'd pleasant poem rejected round seem'd shade sigh Sigifred silent silver sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stanza stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice volume weep whisper wild wind wings wonder Woodhouse
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Página 246 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 231 - 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, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Página 242 - Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old sign Sipping beverage divine, 20 And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Página 222 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 245 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 227 - Tis dark; the iced gusts still rave and beat: "No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost, with sick, unpruned wing.
Página 223 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 58 - 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. Nor do we merely feel these essences • For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite...
Página 231 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 249 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.