The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 páginas |
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... never took up the lancet again . ' It may be assumed that not later than the summer of 1816 , when Keats was approaching his majority , he laid aside his instruments , never to resume them . It is not easy to reckon the contribution ...
... never took up the lancet again . ' It may be assumed that not later than the summer of 1816 , when Keats was approaching his majority , he laid aside his instruments , never to resume them . It is not easy to reckon the contribution ...
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... never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins , and golden scales ' light Cast upward , through the waves , a ruby glow : There saw the swan his neck of arched ...
... never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins , and golden scales ' light Cast upward , through the waves , a ruby glow : There saw the swan his neck of arched ...
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... never told How , from a flower , into a fish of gold And that warm - hearted Shakspeare sent to Apollo chang'd thee : how thou next didst From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 And. To find a place where I may greet the maid Where ...
... never told How , from a flower , into a fish of gold And that warm - hearted Shakspeare sent to Apollo chang'd thee : how thou next didst From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : 40 And. To find a place where I may greet the maid Where ...
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... never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . SONNET Lord Houghton gives the date of 1816. It appears in the Aldine edition of 1876 . As from the darkening gloom a silver dove ...
... never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . SONNET Lord Houghton gives the date of 1816. It appears in the Aldine edition of 1876 . As from the darkening gloom a silver dove ...
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... never teach a rural song to me : That the bright glance from beauty's eye- lids slanting Would never make a lay of mine enchanting , It has been said , dear George , and true I hold it , ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it ...
... never teach a rural song to me : That the bright glance from beauty's eye- lids slanting Would never make a lay of mine enchanting , It has been said , dear George , and true I hold it , ( For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it ...
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Página 211 - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Página 133 - 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 143 - 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 154 - 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 143 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Página 143 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 39 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Página 125 - 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, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Página 230 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
Página 143 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...