The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Volúmenes2-3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... bright torch , and a casement ope at night , To let the warm Love in ! S TO AUTUMN . EASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that ...
... bright torch , and a casement ope at night , To let the warm Love in ! S TO AUTUMN . EASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that ...
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... Abroad and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
... Abroad and in the homely room : Down she sat , poor cheated soul ! And struck a lamp from the dismal coal ; Lean'd forward , with bright drooping hair VOL . III . 3 And slant book , full against the glare . Her THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 17.
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... bright , Referr'd to pious poesies Written in smallest crow - quill size Beneath the text ; and thus the rhyme Was parcell'd out from time to time : " Als writith he of swevenis , Men han beforne they wake in bliss , Whanne that hir ...
... bright , Referr'd to pious poesies Written in smallest crow - quill size Beneath the text ; and thus the rhyme Was parcell'd out from time to time : " Als writith he of swevenis , Men han beforne they wake in bliss , Whanne that hir ...
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... bright , As when with ravish'd , aching , vassal eyes , Lost in soft amaze , I gaze , I gaze ! Who now , with greedy looks , eats up my feast ? What stare outfaces now my silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let ...
... bright , As when with ravish'd , aching , vassal eyes , Lost in soft amaze , I gaze , I gaze ! Who now , with greedy looks , eats up my feast ? What stare outfaces now my silver moon ? Ah ! keep that hand unravish'd at the least ; Let ...
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... bright ! O , let me once more rest My soul upon that dazzling breast ! Let once again these aching arms be placed , The tender gaolers of thy waist ! And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair ...
... bright ! O , let me once more rest My soul upon that dazzling breast ! Let once again these aching arms be placed , The tender gaolers of thy waist ! And let me feel that warm breath here and there To spread a rapture in my very hair ...
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Página 10 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
Página 91 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Página 5 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 8 - 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.
Página 9 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 100 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 7 - By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
Página 102 - 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.
Página 105 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found, In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Página 103 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.