The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 pagini |
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Pagina xix
... 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 , sweet , and slow , A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling , The incense rose to her ...
... 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 , sweet , and slow , A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling , The incense rose to her ...
Pagina xxiii
... Sure this cannot be exactly the case with a complex mind - one that is imaginative and , at the same time , careful of its fruits , -who would exist partly on sensation , partly on thought , -to whom it is necessary that ' years should ...
... Sure this cannot be exactly the case with a complex mind - one that is imaginative and , at the same time , careful of its fruits , -who would exist partly on sensation , partly on thought , -to whom it is necessary that ' years should ...
Pagina 25
... sure , My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury , Unless it did , though fearfully , espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream . My sayings will the less obscured seem When I have told thee how my waking ...
... sure , My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury , Unless it did , though fearfully , espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream . My sayings will the less obscured seem When I have told thee how my waking ...
Pagina 75
... Sure never since king Neptune held his state Was seen such wonder underneath the stars . Turn to some level plain where haughty Mars Has legion'd all his battle ; and behold How every soldier , with firm foot , doth hold His even breast ...
... Sure never since king Neptune held his state Was seen such wonder underneath the stars . Turn to some level plain where haughty Mars Has legion'd all his battle ; and behold How every soldier , with firm foot , doth hold His even breast ...
Pagina 81
... sure , Flutter'd and laugh'd , and oft - times through the throng Made a delighted way . Then dance , and song , And garlanding , grew wild ; and pleasure reign'd . In harmless tendril they each other chain'd , And strove who should be ...
... sure , Flutter'd and laugh'd , and oft - times through the throng Made a delighted way . Then dance , and song , And garlanding , grew wild ; and pleasure reign'd . In harmless tendril they each other chain'd , And strove who should be ...
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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.