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Pagina 16
... bliss to declare ? Ah ! you list to the nightingale's tender condoling , Responsive to sylphs , in the moon beamy air . ' Tis morn , and the flowers with dew are yet drooping , I see you are treading the verge of the sea : And now , ah ...
... bliss to declare ? Ah ! you list to the nightingale's tender condoling , Responsive to sylphs , in the moon beamy air . ' Tis morn , and the flowers with dew are yet drooping , I see you are treading the verge of the sea : And now , ah ...
Pagina 40
... pleasure ; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human kind , When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee . VIII . TO MY BROTHERS . SMALL busy flames play 40 SONNETS . O Solitude! if I must with Thee Dwell •
... pleasure ; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human kind , When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee . VIII . TO MY BROTHERS . SMALL busy flames play 40 SONNETS . O Solitude! if I must with Thee Dwell •
Pagina 73
... bliss . One felt heart - certain that he could not miss His quick gone love , among fair blossomed boughs Where every zephyr - sigh pouts , and endows Her lips with music for the welcoming . Another wished , ' mid that eternal spring ...
... bliss . One felt heart - certain that he could not miss His quick gone love , among fair blossomed boughs Where every zephyr - sigh pouts , and endows Her lips with music for the welcoming . Another wished , ' mid that eternal spring ...
Pagina 81
... bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count ...
... bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count ...
Pagina 88
... bliss Alone preserved me from the drear abyss Of death , for the fair form had gone again . Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis ...
... bliss Alone preserved me from the drear abyss Of death , for the fair form had gone again . Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mnemosyne moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Ophion pain pale passion pinions pleasant poet rill ringdove rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 275 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Pagina 262 - 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 ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Pagina 40 - 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...
Pagina 264 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Pagina 261 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim : III.
Pagina 269 - 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 xvi - 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.
Pagina 277 - 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.
Pagina 224 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Pagina 223 - 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.