The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 pagini |
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Pagina xxxi
... green shore , and piped a silly pipe , and taken tea and comfortable advice . " He also wrote to his brother : - " This is a mere matter of the moment . I think I shall be among the English poets after my death . Even as a matter of ...
... green shore , and piped a silly pipe , and taken tea and comfortable advice . " He also wrote to his brother : - " This is a mere matter of the moment . I think I shall be among the English poets after my death . Even as a matter of ...
Pagina xxxix
... green fields ; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a super- human fancy . It is because they are connected with ...
... green fields ; I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a super- human fancy . It is because they are connected with ...
Pagina 3
... green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid - forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We ...
... green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid - forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We ...
Pagina 4
... green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the ...
... green Of our own valleys : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the ...
Pagina 8
... for in good truth Our vows are wanting to our great god Pan . Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than Night - swollen mushrooms ? Are not our wide plains Speckled with countless fleeces ? Have not rains Green'd over 8 ENDYMION .
... for in good truth Our vows are wanting to our great god Pan . Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than Night - swollen mushrooms ? Are not our wide plains Speckled with countless fleeces ? Have not rains Green'd over 8 ENDYMION .
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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.