The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 28
... 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 The moments , by some greedy . help that seem'd 28 ...
... 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 The moments , by some greedy . help that seem'd 28 ...
Pagina 48
... arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep profound As those are high , descend ! He ne'er is crown'd With immortality , who fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The ...
... arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep profound As those are high , descend ! He ne'er is crown'd With immortality , who fears to follow Where airy voices lead : so through the hollow , The ...
Pagina 55
... sight Officiously . Sideway his face reposed On one white arm , and tenderly unclosed , By tenderest pressure , a faint damask mouth To slumbery pout ; just as the morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head ENDYMION . 55.
... sight Officiously . Sideway his face reposed On one white arm , and tenderly unclosed , By tenderest pressure , a faint damask mouth To slumbery pout ; just as the morning south Disparts a dew - lipp'd rose . Above his head ENDYMION . 55.
Pagina 57
... content to let her amorous plea Faint through his careless arms ; content to see An unseized heaven dying at his feet ; Content , O fool ! to make a cold retreat , When on the pleasant grass such love , lovelorn , ENDYMION . 57.
... content to let her amorous plea Faint through his careless arms ; content to see An unseized heaven dying at his feet ; Content , O fool ! to make a cold retreat , When on the pleasant grass such love , lovelorn , ENDYMION . 57.
Pagina 59
... arms . Once more sweet life begin ! " At this , from every side they hurried in , Rubbing their sleepy eyes with lazy wrists , And doubling overhead their little fists In backward yawns . But all were soon alive : For as delicious wine ...
... arms . Once more sweet life begin ! " At this , from every side they hurried in , Rubbing their sleepy eyes with lazy wrists , And doubling overhead their little fists In backward yawns . But all were soon alive : For as delicious wine ...
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 287 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pagina 197 - 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 288 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 369 - 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 ix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Pagina 302 - 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 390 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Pagina 202 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
Pagina 418 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Pagina 198 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.