The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Volumen2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... DARK VAPOURS HAVE OPPRESS'D OUR PLAINS " · 75 ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES FOR THE FIRST TIME · 76 TO HAYDON 77 " " WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE 77 ON LEIGH Hunt's POEM , THE " STORY OF Rimini " 78 PAGE · 79 TO LEIGH HUNT ...
... DARK VAPOURS HAVE OPPRESS'D OUR PLAINS " · 75 ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES FOR THE FIRST TIME · 76 TO HAYDON 77 " " WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE 77 ON LEIGH Hunt's POEM , THE " STORY OF Rimini " 78 PAGE · 79 TO LEIGH HUNT ...
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... dark sparkling wine ? That goblet right heavy , and massy , and gold ? And splendidly mark'd with the story divine Of Armida the fair , and Rinaldo the bold ? Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine ...
... dark sparkling wine ? That goblet right heavy , and massy , and gold ? And splendidly mark'd with the story divine Of Armida the fair , and Rinaldo the bold ? Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine ...
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... notes the blossoms charm to blow , Each opes delighted at thy lay . So when in youth the eye's dark glance Speaks pleasure from its circle bright , The tones of love our joys enhance And make superior 6 EARLY POEMS . SONG.
... notes the blossoms charm to blow , Each opes delighted at thy lay . So when in youth the eye's dark glance Speaks pleasure from its circle bright , The tones of love our joys enhance And make superior 6 EARLY POEMS . SONG.
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... dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud , Sweet Hope ! celestial influence round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . H ΤΟ ADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy lively ...
... dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud , Sweet Hope ! celestial influence round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . H ΤΟ ADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy lively ...
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... dark hair , that extends Into many graceful bends ; As the leaves of hellebore Turn to whence they sprung before ; And behind each ample curl Peeps the richness of a pearl . Downward too flows many a tress With a glossy waviness , Full ...
... dark hair , that extends Into many graceful bends ; As the leaves of hellebore Turn to whence they sprung before ; And behind each ample curl Peeps the richness of a pearl . Downward too flows many a tress With a glossy waviness , Full ...
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anon Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy hast heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nought numbers nymphs o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit strange streams summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou wast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 68 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 241 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Página 74 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Página xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 244 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Página 192 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers: the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy!
Página 194 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Página 79 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Página 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe 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 73 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing...