The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, son and Company, 1871 - 349 páginas |
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... bliss . One felt heart - certain that he could not miss His quick - gone love , among fair blossom'd boughs , Where every zephyr - sigh pouts , and endows Her lips with music for the welcoming . Another wish'd , ' mid that eternal ...
... bliss . One felt heart - certain that he could not miss His quick - gone love , among fair blossom'd boughs , Where every zephyr - sigh pouts , and endows Her lips with music for the welcoming . Another wish'd , ' mid that eternal ...
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... bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count ...
... bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count ...
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... bliss Alone preserved me from the drear abyss Of death , for the fair form had gone again . Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , > " Tis ...
... bliss Alone preserved me from the drear abyss Of death , for the fair form had gone again . Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , > " Tis ...
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... bliss , Is miserable . " Twas even so with this Dew - dropping melody , in the Carian's ear ; First heaven , then hell , and then forgotten clear , Vanish'd in elemental passion . And down some swart abysm he had gone , Had not a ...
... bliss , Is miserable . " Twas even so with this Dew - dropping melody , in the Carian's ear ; First heaven , then hell , and then forgotten clear , Vanish'd in elemental passion . And down some swart abysm he had gone , Had not a ...
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... bliss ! A naked waist : " Fair Cupid , whence is this ? " A well - known voice sigh'd , " Sweetest , here am I ! " At which soft ravishment , with doting cry They trembled to each other . - Helicon ! O fountain'd hill ! Old Homer's ...
... bliss ! A naked waist : " Fair Cupid , whence is this ? " A well - known voice sigh'd , " Sweetest , here am I ! " At which soft ravishment , with doting cry They trembled to each other . - Helicon ! O fountain'd hill ! Old Homer's ...
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arms beauty bending beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear clouds comes cool dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fancy fearful feel feet felt flowers forest fresh gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heart heaven hope hour human keep kiss leaves light lips live look mind morning mortal never night o'er once pain pass pleasant pleasure poet rest rose round seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon soothe sorrow soul sounds spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tale tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought trees turn voice warm whispering wide wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Página 240 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Página 180 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Página 5 - 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 5 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Página 242 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 240 - 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...
Página 178 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Página 170 - ST. AGNES' 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...
Página 293 - 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 148 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.