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Pagina xiv
... poor Tom left . John , the poet , received only 2007. His education had been expensive , and he had made very little by his poems , consequently he could have no hope of marrying yet ; and his pain and disappointment at the result of ...
... poor Tom left . John , the poet , received only 2007. His education had been expensive , and he had made very little by his poems , consequently he could have no hope of marrying yet ; and his pain and disappointment at the result of ...
Pagina xvii
... poor Keats ' life were not made known to me until the elegy was ready for the press . I am given to understand that the wound which his sensitive spirit had received from the criticism of ' Endymion , ' was exasperated by the bitter ...
... poor Keats ' life were not made known to me until the elegy was ready for the press . I am given to understand that the wound which his sensitive spirit had received from the criticism of ' Endymion , ' was exasperated by the bitter ...
Pagina 1
... when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " 1 EARLY POEMS DEDICATION To Leigh Hunt,
... when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . " Places of nestling green for Poets made . " 1 EARLY POEMS DEDICATION To Leigh Hunt,
Pagina 6
... Poor nymph - poor Pan - how he did weep to find Naught but a lovely sighing of the wind Along the reedy stream ! a half heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o ...
... Poor nymph - poor Pan - how he did weep to find Naught but a lovely sighing of the wind Along the reedy stream ! a half heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o ...
Pagina 33
... poor a savour For one whose palate gladdens in the flavour , Of sparkling Helicon : -small good it were To take him to a desert rude , and bare , Who had on Baia's shore reclined at ease , While Tasso's page was floating in a breeze ...
... poor a savour For one whose palate gladdens in the flavour , Of sparkling Helicon : -small good it were To take him to a desert rude , and bare , Who had on Baia's shore reclined at ease , While Tasso's page was floating in a breeze ...
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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.