The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 páginas |
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... weeps , And wonders ; struggles to devise some blame ; To put on such a look as would say , Shame On this poor weakness ! but , for all her strife , She could as soon have crush'd away the life From a sick dove . At length , to break ...
... weeps , And wonders ; struggles to devise some blame ; To put on such a look as would say , Shame On this poor weakness ! but , for all her strife , She could as soon have crush'd away the life From a sick dove . At length , to break ...
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... That same Adonis , safe in the privacy Of this still region all his winter - sleep . Ay , sleep ; for when our love - sick queen did weep Over his waned corse , the tremulous shower Heal'd up the wound , and , with a balmy ENDYMION . 75.
... That same Adonis , safe in the privacy Of this still region all his winter - sleep . Ay , sleep ; for when our love - sick queen did weep Over his waned corse , the tremulous shower Heal'd up the wound , and , with a balmy ENDYMION . 75.
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... weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears : thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he despairing stood : Those same dark curls blown vagrant ...
... weep and pray For this my love : for vexing Mars had teased Me even to tears : thence , when a little eased , Down - looking , vacant , through a hazy wood , I saw this youth as he despairing stood : Those same dark curls blown vagrant ...
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... weeping trees , Moving about as in a gentle wind , Which , in a wink , to watery gauze refined , Pour'd into shapes of curtain'd canopies , Spangled , and rich with liquid broideries Of flowers , peacocks , swans , and naiads fair ...
... weeping trees , Moving about as in a gentle wind , Which , in a wink , to watery gauze refined , Pour'd into shapes of curtain'd canopies , Spangled , and rich with liquid broideries Of flowers , peacocks , swans , and naiads fair ...
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... weep That there is no old power left to steep A quill immortal in their joyous tears . Long time in silence did their anxious fears Question that thus it was ; long time they lay Fondling and kissing every doubt away ; Long time ere ...
... weep That there is no old power left to steep A quill immortal in their joyous tears . Long time in silence did their anxious fears Question that thus it was ; long time they lay Fondling and kissing every doubt away ; Long time ere ...
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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...