The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 pagini |
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Pagina vi
... FANCY 213 • 215 ODE • · 217 TO AUTUMN 219 ODE ON MELANCHOLY 220 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 221 ROBIN HOOD 222 SLEEP AND POETRY 224 STANZAS • 235 SONNETS- TO MY BROTHER OEORGE 236 TO 233 " O SOLITUDE ! IF I MUST WITH THEE DWELL " 237 ...
... FANCY 213 • 215 ODE • · 217 TO AUTUMN 219 ODE ON MELANCHOLY 220 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 221 ROBIN HOOD 222 SLEEP AND POETRY 224 STANZAS • 235 SONNETS- TO MY BROTHER OEORGE 236 TO 233 " O SOLITUDE ! IF I MUST WITH THEE DWELL " 237 ...
Pagina xiii
... fancy with the ideal life of ancient Greece , and whether a more distinct knowledge of what the old mythology really meant , would , or would not , have hindered that reconstruction of forms " Not yet dead , But in old marbles ever ...
... fancy with the ideal life of ancient Greece , and whether a more distinct knowledge of what the old mythology really meant , would , or would not , have hindered that reconstruction of forms " Not yet dead , But in old marbles ever ...
Pagina xiv
... fancy . " He ramped through the scenes of the romance , " writes Mr. Clarke , " like a young horse turned into a spring meadow : " he could talk of nothing else : his countenance would light up at each rich expression , and his strong ...
... fancy . " He ramped through the scenes of the romance , " writes Mr. Clarke , " like a young horse turned into a spring meadow : " he could talk of nothing else : his countenance would light up at each rich expression , and his strong ...
Pagina xvi
... his own , and that peculiarities that had taken the fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . But Keats always defended himself energetically against the notion that xvi MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... his own , and that peculiarities that had taken the fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . But Keats always defended himself energetically against the notion that xvi MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
Pagina xix
... fancy , and thus shadowed out in the first poem of his early volume : - " He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought , in faintness solemn ...
... fancy , and thus shadowed out in the first poem of his early volume : - " He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought , in faintness solemn ...
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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.