The Poetical Works of John Keats: Reprinted from the Original EditionsMacmillan, 1884 - 284 páginas |
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... songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out the middle air , from flowery nests , And ...
... songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , Coming ever to bless The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out the middle air , from flowery nests , And ...
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... song ; Nor minds he the white swans that dream so sweetly : His spirit flies before him so completely . And now he turns a jutting point of land , Whence may be seen the castle gloomy , and grand : Nor will a bee buzz round two swelling ...
... song ; Nor minds he the white swans that dream so sweetly : His spirit flies before him so completely . And now he turns a jutting point of land , Whence may be seen the castle gloomy , and grand : Nor will a bee buzz round two swelling ...
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... song from Philomel's far bower ; Grateful the incense from the lime - tree flower ; Mysterious , wild , the far - heard trumpet's tone ; Lovely the moon in ether , all alone : Sweet too the converse of these happy mortals , As that of ...
... song from Philomel's far bower ; Grateful the incense from the lime - tree flower ; Mysterious , wild , the far - heard trumpet's tone ; Lovely the moon in ether , all alone : Sweet too the converse of these happy mortals , As that of ...
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... doubly sweet a brotherhood in song ; Nor can remembrance , Mathew ! bring to view A fate more pleasing , a delight more true Than that in which the brother Poets joy'd , Who POEMS . 25 135 EPISTLES- TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW.
... doubly sweet a brotherhood in song ; Nor can remembrance , Mathew ! bring to view A fate more pleasing , a delight more true Than that in which the brother Poets joy'd , Who POEMS . 25 135 EPISTLES- TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW.
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... song : in happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , Just as the sun was from the east uprising ; And , as for him some gift she was devising , Beheld thee , pluck'd thee , cast thee in the stream To meet her glorious brother's ...
... song : in happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , Just as the sun was from the east uprising ; And , as for him some gift she was devising , Beheld thee , pluck'd thee , cast thee in the stream To meet her glorious brother's ...
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adieu Apollo art thou beauty behold beneath bliss bower breast breath bright Carian clouds Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody Mermaid Tavern Mnemosyne morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pleasant pleasure poem Poet rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice weep wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 214 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Página 219 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Página 258 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art — < Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 217 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
Página 207 - 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...
Página 216 - Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy ? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Página 215 - 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-fring'd 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? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 212 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
Página 239 - But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
Página 215 - To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.