The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 pagini |
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Pagina 40
... beneath my boyish imagination ? When I was a schoolboy , I thought a fair woman a pure goddess ; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept , though she knew it not . I thought them ethereal , above men . I find them ...
... beneath my boyish imagination ? When I was a schoolboy , I thought a fair woman a pure goddess ; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept , though she knew it not . I thought them ethereal , above men . I find them ...
Pagina 65
... beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministering looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his sacred vestments swept . From his right hand there swung a vase , milk ...
... beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministering looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his sacred vestments swept . From his right hand there swung a vase , milk ...
Pagina 66
... beneath his breast , half bare , Was hung a silver bugle , and between His nervy knees there lay a boar - spear keen . A smile was on his countenance ; he seemed To common lookers - on , like one who dreamed Of idleness in groves ...
... beneath his breast , half bare , Was hung a silver bugle , and between His nervy knees there lay a boar - spear keen . A smile was on his countenance ; he seemed To common lookers - on , like one who dreamed Of idleness in groves ...
Pagina 67
... beneath the rocks That overtop your mountains ; whether come From valleys where the pipe is never dumb ; Or from your swelling downs , where sweet air stirs Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye ...
... beneath the rocks That overtop your mountains ; whether come From valleys where the pipe is never dumb ; Or from your swelling downs , where sweet air stirs Blue hare - bells lightly , and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold ; or ye ...
Pagina 75
... Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour , But renovates and lives ? -Thus , in the bower , Endymion was calmed to life again . Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain , He said : " I feel this thine endearing love All through my bosom ...
... Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour , But renovates and lives ? -Thus , in the bower , Endymion was calmed to life again . Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain , He said : " I feel this thine endearing love All through my bosom ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla 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 thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Pagina 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Pagina 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 347 - 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.
Pagina 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Pagina 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Pagina 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Pagina 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Pagina 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Pagina 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.