The Poetical Works of John Keats: Chronologically Arranged and Edited, with a MemoirBell, 1914 - 498 pagini |
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Pagina xxi
... strange contrast between those months of earnest labour and con- scions genius , and the carelessness and coldness of the outer world ; but it is by no means certain that the brutal attacks of " Blackwood's Maga- zine " and the ...
... strange contrast between those months of earnest labour and con- scions genius , and the carelessness and coldness of the outer world ; but it is by no means certain that the brutal attacks of " Blackwood's Maga- zine " and the ...
Pagina xxx
... strange nd unkindly faces , but attended with sedulous care and the soundest medical advice . In his condition , indeed , no further relief was possible , and wealth and luxury would have ministered in vain . Mo Owi His last letter on ...
... strange nd unkindly faces , but attended with sedulous care and the soundest medical advice . In his condition , indeed , no further relief was possible , and wealth and luxury would have ministered in vain . Mo Owi His last letter on ...
Pagina 5
... strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change , Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So when I am in a voluptuous vein , I pillow my head on the sweets of the ...
... strange , Soft , plaintive , and melting , for ever will sigh ; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change , Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die . So when I am in a voluptuous vein , I pillow my head on the sweets of the ...
Pagina 15
... strange pretence . Him thou wilt hear ; so I will rest in hope To see wide plains , fair trees , and lawny slope ; The morn , the eve , the light , the shade , the flowers ; Clear streams , smooth lakes , and overlooking towers ...
... strange pretence . Him thou wilt hear ; so I will rest in hope To see wide plains , fair trees , and lawny slope ; The morn , the eve , the light , the shade , the flowers ; Clear streams , smooth lakes , and overlooking towers ...
Pagina 30
... strange , more beautiful , more smooth , more regal , Than wings of swans , than doves , than dim - seen eagle ? What is it ? And to what shall I compare it ? It has a glory , and nought else can share it : The thought thereof is awful ...
... strange , more beautiful , more smooth , more regal , Than wings of swans , than doves , than dim - seen eagle ? What is it ? And to what shall I compare it ? It has a glory , and nought else can share it : The thought thereof is awful ...
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Pagina 240 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Pagina 241 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pagina 235 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Pagina 238 - 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...
Pagina 73 - ... Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When 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 71 - My spirit is too weak— mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep, Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Pagina 234 - 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.
Pagina 312 - Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. But no — already had his death-bell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung; His was harsh penance on St Agnes...
Pagina 325 - With a huge empty flagon by his side : The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide, But his sagacious eye an inmate owns : By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide : — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
Pagina 239 - 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...