The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 páginas |
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... fears that I may cease to be ' 333 To Homer ... Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds .. To J. H. Reynolds . To To Sleep . On Fame • ... 334 334 335 335 336 336 337 337 338 On Fame • “ Why did I laugh to - night ? No voice will tell On a ...
... fears that I may cease to be ' 333 To Homer ... Answer to a Sonnet by J. H. Reynolds .. To J. H. Reynolds . To To Sleep . On Fame • ... 334 334 335 335 336 336 337 337 338 On Fame • “ Why did I laugh to - night ? No voice will tell On a ...
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... fear of the police reports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover anything else especially worthy of record in the school - lite of Keats . He translated the twelve books of the Eneid , read Robinson Crusoe and the Incas of Peru , and ...
... fear of the police reports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover anything else especially worthy of record in the school - lite of Keats . He translated the twelve books of the Eneid , read Robinson Crusoe and the Incas of Peru , and ...
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... fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan , and pale , and with an awed face , Among his brothers of the mountain chase . In midst of all , the venerable priest Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least , And , after ...
... fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan , and pale , and with an awed face , Among his brothers of the mountain chase . In midst of all , the venerable priest Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least , And , after ...
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... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll ...
... fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll ...
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... fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The silent mysteries of earth , descend ! " He heard but the last words , nor could contend One moment in reflection : for he fled Into the fearful deep , to hide his head ...
... fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The silent mysteries of earth , descend ! " He heard but the last words , nor could contend One moment in reflection : for he fled Into the fearful deep , to hide his head ...
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Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds Corinth dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-doves rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Página 266 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Página 260 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Página 257 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 35 - 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...
Página 257 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Página 306 - 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.
Página 196 - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.
Página 16 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Página 167 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 194 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem, that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...