The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Volumen2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... Twas even so . But let me think away those times of woe : Now ' tis a fairer season ; ye have breathed Rich benedictions o'er us ; ye have wreathed Fresh garlands : for sweet music has been heard In many places ; some has been upstirr'd ...
... Twas even so . But let me think away those times of woe : Now ' tis a fairer season ; ye have breathed Rich benedictions o'er us ; ye have wreathed Fresh garlands : for sweet music has been heard In many places ; some has been upstirr'd ...
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... sweet one , - Sad and fadingly ; Shed one drop then - it is gone— Oh ! ' twas born to die ! Still so pale ? then , dearest , weep ; Weep , I'll count the tears , And each one shall be a bliss For thee in SLEEP AND POETRY . 45.
... sweet one , - Sad and fadingly ; Shed one drop then - it is gone— Oh ! ' twas born to die ! Still so pale ? then , dearest , weep ; Weep , I'll count the tears , And each one shall be a bliss For thee in SLEEP AND POETRY . 45.
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... Twas but to say adieu ! ' Twas but to kiss my hand , dear George , to you ! August , 1816 . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . FT have you seen a 54 EARLY POEMS .
... Twas but to say adieu ! ' Twas but to kiss my hand , dear George , to you ! August , 1816 . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . FT have you seen a 54 EARLY POEMS .
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... sweetest flower wild nature yields , A fresh - blown musk - rose ; ' twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer : graceful it grew VOL . II . 9 As is the wand that queen Titania wields . And TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES.
... sweetest flower wild nature yields , A fresh - blown musk - rose ; ' twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer : graceful it grew VOL . II . 9 As is the wand that queen Titania wields . And TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES.
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... twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock , but pass'd unworried By any wolf , or pard with prying head , Until it came to some unfooted plains Where fed the herds of Pan : ay , great his ...
... twas believed ever , That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From the white flock , but pass'd unworried By any wolf , or pard with prying head , Until it came to some unfooted plains Where fed the herds of Pan : ay , great his ...
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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...