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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... strange and hard to understand That nearly all young poets should write old ; ... What is really notable is that he who had produced practically nothing as a boy , who between the ages of twenty and twenty - five had been through so ...
... strange and hard to understand That nearly all young poets should write old ; ... What is really notable is that he who had produced practically nothing as a boy , who between the ages of twenty and twenty - five had been through so ...
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... Strange and occult things happen now and again in the building up of men of genius ; but I do not know that the presence , in a London child of unremarkable parents , of clear emanations from the spirit of Greek mythology and the spirit ...
... Strange and occult things happen now and again in the building up of men of genius ; but I do not know that the presence , in a London child of unremarkable parents , of clear emanations from the spirit of Greek mythology and the spirit ...
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... strange pretence . Him thou wilt hear ; so I will rest in hope 65 To see wide plains , fair trees and lawny slope : The morn , the eve , the light , the shade , the flowers ; Clear streams , smooth lakes , and overlooking towers . ( 44 ) ...
... strange pretence . Him thou wilt hear ; so I will rest in hope 65 To see wide plains , fair trees and lawny slope : The morn , the eve , the light , the shade , the flowers ; Clear streams , smooth lakes , and overlooking towers . ( 44 ) ...
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... strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change ; 35 Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So , when I am in a voluptuous vein , I pillow my head on the sweets of ...
... strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change ; 35 Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So , when I am in a voluptuous vein , I pillow my head on the sweets of ...
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... strange , And all the wonders of the mazy range O'er pebbly crystal , and o'er golden sands ; Kissing thy daily food from Naiad's pearly hands . November , 1815 . 85 90 ΤΟ MY BROTHER GEORGE . FULL many a dreary hour 46 POEMS PUBLISHED ...
... strange , And all the wonders of the mazy range O'er pebbly crystal , and o'er golden sands ; Kissing thy daily food from Naiad's pearly hands . November , 1815 . 85 90 ΤΟ MY BROTHER GEORGE . FULL many a dreary hour 46 POEMS PUBLISHED ...
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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 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 352 - 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...
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...
Página 135 - And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping ; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown — By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king!