The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 pagini |
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Pagina xv
... delight , even shouting aloud , when some especial passage struck his imagi- nation . The " Epistles " to his friends and his brother George , then a clerk in London , indicate a rapid development of the poetic faculty , especially free ...
... delight , even shouting aloud , when some especial passage struck his imagi- nation . The " Epistles " to his friends and his brother George , then a clerk in London , indicate a rapid development of the poetic faculty , especially free ...
Pagina xxiii
... delight in Sensation , rather than hunger , as you do , after Truth . Adam's dream will do here , and seems to be a conviction that Imagination and its empyreal reflec- tion is the same as human life and its spiritual repetition . But ...
... delight in Sensation , rather than hunger , as you do , after Truth . Adam's dream will do here , and seems to be a conviction that Imagination and its empyreal reflec- tion is the same as human life and its spiritual repetition . But ...
Pagina xxxvi
... delight in which the youth of every generation finds " a week's stroll in the summer , " we can hardly feel the force of those objections , which , if they had been temperately urged by critics who in other matters recognised the genius ...
... delight in which the youth of every generation finds " a week's stroll in the summer , " we can hardly feel the force of those objections , which , if they had been temperately urged by critics who in other matters recognised the genius ...
Pagina xli
... delight , under other auspices , he would have undertaken a visit to those southern lands , the favourites of nature , still tenanted by those mythologic presences of beauty which he had so peculiarly made his own . Now he writes ...
... delight , under other auspices , he would have undertaken a visit to those southern lands , the favourites of nature , still tenanted by those mythologic presences of beauty which he had so peculiarly made his own . Now he writes ...
Pagina xlviii
... delight in productions which take so much of their inspiration from the exuberant vitality of the author and of the world . But the eternal youth of antique beauty does not confine its influences to any portion of the life of man . And ...
... delight in productions which take so much of their inspiration from the exuberant vitality of the author and of the world . But the eternal youth of antique beauty does not confine its influences to any portion of the life of man . And ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 209 - 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 208 - 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...
Pagina 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Pagina 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Pagina 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Pagina 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Pagina 209 - 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?
Pagina 155 - 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 157 - 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. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Pagina 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.