The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 pagini |
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Pagina 39
... therein did seem of great renown Among the throng . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede to manhood grown ; And , for those simple times , his garments were A chieftain king's ; beneath his breast , half bare ENDYMION . 39.
... therein did seem of great renown Among the throng . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede to manhood grown ; And , for those simple times , his garments were A chieftain king's ; beneath his breast , half bare ENDYMION . 39.
Pagina 40
John Keats. A chieftain king's ; 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 seem'd To common lookers - on like one who dream ...
John Keats. A chieftain king's ; 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 seem'd To common lookers - on like one who dream ...
Pagina 50
... breast Of secret grief , here in this bowery nest . " This river does not see the naked sky , Till it begins to progress silverly Around the western border of the wood , Whence , from a certain spot , its winding flood Seems at the ...
... breast Of secret grief , here in this bowery nest . " This river does not see the naked sky , Till it begins to progress silverly Around the western border of the wood , Whence , from a certain spot , its winding flood Seems at the ...
Pagina 60
... from my breast ; ' twas even then , Straying about , yet coop'd up in the den Of helpless discontent , - hurling my lance From place to place , and following at chance , 6 At last , by hap , through some young 60 ENDYMION .
... from my breast ; ' twas even then , Straying about , yet coop'd up in the den Of helpless discontent , - hurling my lance From place to place , and following at chance , 6 At last , by hap , through some young 60 ENDYMION .
Pagina 65
... breast ; In the fountain's pebbly margin , and she stood ' Mong lilies , like the youngest of the brood . To him her dripping hand she softly kist , And anxiously began to plait and twist Her ringlets round her fingers , saying ...
... breast ; In the fountain's pebbly margin , and she stood ' Mong lilies , like the youngest of the brood . To him her dripping hand she softly kist , And anxiously began to plait and twist Her ringlets round her fingers , saying ...
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Adieu Apollo art thou beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright buds censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark dear delight divine dost doth dream Dryad e'er earth ELGIN MARBLES Elysium Endymion eyes face fair fancy feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert gone green hair hand happy head heart heaven Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymphs o'er pain pale pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rills ring-doves rose round Saturn seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 265 - Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they ? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Pagina 189 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 35 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pagina 256 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music : — do I wake or sleep ? ODE ON A GRECIAN URN.
Pagina 199 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Pagina 16 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Pagina 348 - I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 264 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.