The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - Всего страниц: 350 |
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... bright ' Neath smothering parsley , and a hazy light Spread grayly eastward , thus a chorus sang : " O thou , whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death ...
... bright ' Neath smothering parsley , and a hazy light Spread grayly eastward , thus a chorus sang : " O thou , whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death ...
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... bright , my dazzled soul Commingling with her argent spheres did roll . Through clear and cloudy , even when she went At last into a dark and vapory tent- Whereat , methought , the lidless - eyed train Of planets all were in the blue ...
... bright , my dazzled soul Commingling with her argent spheres did roll . Through clear and cloudy , even when she went At last into a dark and vapory tent- Whereat , methought , the lidless - eyed train Of planets all were in the blue ...
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... bright gold sands , Islands , and creeks , and amber - fretted strands With horses prancing o'er them , palaces And towers of amethyst , -would I so tease My pleasant days , because I could not mount Into those regions ? The Morphean ...
... bright gold sands , Islands , and creeks , and amber - fretted strands With horses prancing o'er them , palaces And towers of amethyst , -would I so tease My pleasant days , because I could not mount Into those regions ? The Morphean ...
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... bright mail , The earth its dower of river , wood , and vale , The meadows runnels , runnels pebble - stones , The seed its harvest , or the lute its tones , Tones ravishment , or ravishment its sweet , If human souls did never kiss and ...
... bright mail , The earth its dower of river , wood , and vale , The meadows runnels , runnels pebble - stones , The seed its harvest , or the lute its tones , Tones ravishment , or ravishment its sweet , If human souls did never kiss and ...
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... bright face I tasted in my sleep , Smiling in the clear well . My heart did leap Through the cool depth . - It moved as if to flee- I started up , when lo ! refreshfully , There came upon my face , in plenteous showers , Dew - drops ...
... bright face I tasted in my sleep , Smiling in the clear well . My heart did leap Through the cool depth . - It moved as if to flee- I started up , when lo ! refreshfully , There came upon my face , in plenteous showers , Dew - drops ...
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Стр. 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.