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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... wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch , II 489 I 262 In thy western halls of gold II 205 It keeps eternal whisperings around II 228 Just at the self - same beat of Time's wide wings II ... 159 Keen , fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and ...
... wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch , II 489 I 262 In thy western halls of gold II 205 It keeps eternal whisperings around II 228 Just at the self - same beat of Time's wide wings II ... 159 Keen , fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and ...
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... ( see Appendix ) " a fancy , founded , as all beautiful fancies are , on a strong sense of what really exists or occurs . " There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To "I stood tip-toe upon a little hill ”......
... ( see Appendix ) " a fancy , founded , as all beautiful fancies are , on a strong sense of what really exists or occurs . " There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To "I stood tip-toe upon a little hill ”......
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... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint , and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint , and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
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... wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , 150 155 Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx ...
... wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , 150 155 Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx ...
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... wide air ; thou most lovely queen Of all the brightness that mine eyes have seen ! As thou exceedest all things in thy shine , So every tale , does this sweet tale of thine . O for three words of honey , that I might Tell but one wonder ...
... wide air ; thou most lovely queen Of all the brightness that mine eyes have seen ! As thou exceedest all things in thy shine , So every tale , does this sweet tale of thine . O for three words of honey , that I might Tell but one wonder ...
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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!