The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 pagini |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 5 din 71
Pagina xxxvi
... round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast , That , whether there be shine , or ...
... round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast , That , whether there be shine , or ...
Pagina 8
... round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers ...
... round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a marble altar , with a tress Of flowers ...
Pagina 9
... round the altar , seem'd to pry Earnestly round as wishing to espy Some folk of holiday : nor had they waited For many moments , ere their ears were sated With a faint breath of music , which even then Fill'd out its voice , and died ...
... round the altar , seem'd to pry Earnestly round as wishing to espy Some folk of holiday : nor had they waited For many moments , ere their ears were sated With a faint breath of music , which even then Fill'd out its voice , and died ...
Pagina 10
... round Apollo's pipe , When the great deity , for 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 ...
... round Apollo's pipe , When the great deity , for 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 ...
Pagina 12
... round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan , and pale ...
... round the shrine : each look was changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence ; while each cheek Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear . Endymion too , without a forest peer , Stood , wan , and pale ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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
Pasaje populare
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.