The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 473 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 99
Página vii
... FAIR SUMMER'S EVE ' I STOOD TIPTOE UPON A LITTLE HILL ' 21 • 21 22 22 SLEEP AND POETRY · EPISTLE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE 29 • • • 41 • 45 To ' HAD I A MAN'S FAIR FORM , THEN MIGHT MY SIGHS ' 46 SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION ...
... FAIR SUMMER'S EVE ' I STOOD TIPTOE UPON A LITTLE HILL ' 21 • 21 22 22 SLEEP AND POETRY · EPISTLE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE 29 • • • 41 • 45 To ' HAD I A MAN'S FAIR FORM , THEN MIGHT MY SIGHS ' 46 SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION ...
Página 3
... fair morning . Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate ...
... fair morning . Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate ...
Página 6
... fair , and Rinaldo the bold ? Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's ... fair lady gave ? And hastest thou now to that fair lady's bower ? Ah ! courteous Sir Knight , with large joy thou 6 ...
... fair , and Rinaldo the bold ? Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's ... fair lady gave ? And hastest thou now to that fair lady's bower ? Ah ! courteous Sir Knight , with large joy thou 6 ...
Página 7
... fair A sun - beamy tale of a wreath , and a chain : And , warrior , it nurtures the property rare Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain . This canopy mark : ' t is the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon ...
... fair A sun - beamy tale of a wreath , and a chain : And , warrior , it nurtures the property rare Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain . This canopy mark : ' t is the work of a fay ; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon ...
Página 8
... fair , Culling enchanted flowers ; and he flew With daring Milton through the fields of air : To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights . Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead , and all thy wretched crew ? TO HOPE ...
... fair , Culling enchanted flowers ; and he flew With daring Milton through the fields of air : To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights . Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead , and all thy wretched crew ? TO HOPE ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN KEATS: Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode to a ... John Keats Vista previa limitada - 2023 |
THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN KEATS: Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode to a ... John Keats Vista previa limitada - 2023 |
Términos y frases comunes
adieu Albert Apollo art thou Auranthe beauty BEN NEVIS bliss breath bright brow censer clouds cold Conrad Corinth dark death deep divine dost doth dream earth Emperor Enceladus Endymion Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes face faery faint fair fear feel feet flowers gentle Gersa Glocester golden Gonfred green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hyperion Imaus kiss lady Lamia leaves light lips look look'd Lord Ludolph lute Lycius lyre melody Mnemosyne moan moon morn mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Otho pain pale pass'd poor Prince round Saturn seem'd shade sigh Sigifred silent silver sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tongue touch'd trembling vex'd voice warm weep whisper wild wind wine wings wonder
Pasajes populares
Página 67 - Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
Página 251 - 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...
Página 241 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said,
Página 377 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 221 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd 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 235 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Página 235 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 220 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Página 221 - EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Página 252 - 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...