The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 pagini |
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Pagina 77
John Keats. ENDYMION . Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change 77 Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm surmise ? Ambition is no sluggard : ' tis ...
John Keats. ENDYMION . Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change 77 Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm surmise ? Ambition is no sluggard : ' tis ...
Pagina 78
... tell The enchantment that afterwards befell ? Yet it was but a dream : yet such a dream That never tongue , although it overteem With mellow utterance , like a cavern spring , Could figure out and to conception bring All I beheld and ...
... tell The enchantment that afterwards befell ? Yet it was but a dream : yet such a dream That never tongue , although it overteem With mellow utterance , like a cavern spring , Could figure out and to conception bring All I beheld and ...
Pagina 79
... tell me where , O where Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair ? Not oat - sheaves drooping in the western sun ; Not - thy soft hand , fair sister ! let me shun Such follying before thee - yet she had , Indeed , locks bright enough to ...
... tell me where , O where Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair ? Not oat - sheaves drooping in the western sun ; Not - thy soft hand , fair sister ! let me shun Such follying before thee - yet she had , Indeed , locks bright enough to ...
Pagina 86
... tell That flowers would bloom , or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp , that fish would have bright mail , The earth its dower of river , wood , and vale , The meadows runnels , runnels pebble - stones , The seed its harvest ...
... tell That flowers would bloom , or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp , that fish would have bright mail , The earth its dower of river , wood , and vale , The meadows runnels , runnels pebble - stones , The seed its harvest ...
Pagina 90
... tell her ' - So I stayed My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupified with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name Most fondly lipped , and then ...
... tell her ' - So I stayed My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupified with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name Most fondly lipped , and then ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Pagina 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Pagina 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 347 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Pagina 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Pagina 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Pagina 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Pagina 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Pagina 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; 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 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.