The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volumen1Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... kisses " to the void air , " and how when she imagined the warm tremble of a devout kiss Even then , that moment , at the thought of this , Fainting I fell into a bed of flowers , And languish'd there three days . Lycius faints when he ...
... kisses " to the void air , " and how when she imagined the warm tremble of a devout kiss Even then , that moment , at the thought of this , Fainting I fell into a bed of flowers , And languish'd there three days . Lycius faints when he ...
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... kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : So haply when I rove in some far vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . 55 Here are sweet peas , on tip - toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate ...
... kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : So haply when I rove in some far vale , His mighty voice may come upon the gale . 55 Here are sweet peas , on tip - toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate ...
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... , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men , and maidens at each other gaz'd With " I STOOD TIP - TOE UPON A LITTLE HILL . " 15.
... , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men , and maidens at each other gaz'd With " I STOOD TIP - TOE UPON A LITTLE HILL . " 15.
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... kisses : Was there a poet born ? —but now no more , My wand'ring spirit must no farther soar.- ( 233 ) In the original edition , others . 235 ( 242 ) The publication of Endymion in the following year gives an additional interest to this ...
... kisses : Was there a poet born ? —but now no more , My wand'ring spirit must no farther soar.- ( 233 ) In the original edition , others . 235 ( 242 ) The publication of Endymion in the following year gives an additional interest to this ...
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... kiss , What gentle squeeze he gave each lady's hand ! How tremblingly their delicate ankles spann'd ! Into how sweet a trance his soul was gone , While whisperings of affection Made him delay to let their tender feet Come to the earth ...
... kiss , What gentle squeeze he gave each lady's hand ! How tremblingly their delicate ankles spann'd ! Into how sweet a trance his soul was gone , While whisperings of affection Made him delay to let their tender feet Come to the earth ...
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Página 365 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 75 - 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. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Página 122 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are dafFodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make '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...
Página 365 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 9 - Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Página 76 - 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. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by : E'en like the passage of an angel's...
Página 83 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Página 122 - Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
Página 353 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal— a new birth...
Página 136 - ... unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea...