The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina xxxvi
... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darken'd ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darken'd ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
Pagina xxxvi
... earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erchanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequester'd deep , Where no man went ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost ...
... earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erchanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequester'd deep , Where no man went ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost ...
Pagina 10
... earth too ripe , Let his divinity o'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly : Some idly trail'd their sheep - hooks on the ground , And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these ...
... earth too ripe , Let his divinity o'erflowing die In music , through the vales of Thessaly : Some idly trail'd their sheep - hooks on the ground , And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these ...
Pagina 13
... earth is glad : the merry lark has pour'd His early song against yon breezy sky , That spreads so clear o'er our solemnity . " Thus ending , on the shrine he heap'd a spire Of teeming sweets , enkindling sacred fire ; Anon he stain'd ...
... earth is glad : the merry lark has pour'd His early song against yon breezy sky , That spreads so clear o'er our solemnity . " Thus ending , on the shrine he heap'd a spire Of teeming sweets , enkindling sacred fire ; Anon he stain'd ...
Pagina 16
... earth , Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth : Be still a symbol of immensity : A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling the space between ; An unknown - but no more : we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads ...
... earth , Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth : Be still a symbol of immensity : A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling the space between ; An unknown - but no more : we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads ...
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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.