The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Объемы 2-3Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd 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 ...
... wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd 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 ...
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... wide and dark : Half - ignorant , they turn'd an easy wheel , That set sharp racks at work , to pinch and peel . . XVI . Why were they proud ? Because their marble founts Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears ? Why were they ...
... wide and dark : Half - ignorant , they turn'd an easy wheel , That set sharp racks at work , to pinch and peel . . XVI . Why were they proud ? Because their marble founts Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears ? Why were they ...
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... wide , Shows her a knife .- " What feverous hectic flame Burns in thee , child ? —what good can thee betide That thou shouldst smile again ? " - The evening came , And they had found Lorenzo's earthy bed ; The flint was there , the ...
... wide , Shows her a knife .- " What feverous hectic flame Burns in thee , child ? —what good can thee betide That thou shouldst smile again ? " - The evening came , And they had found Lorenzo's earthy bed ; The flint was there , the ...
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... wide shoulders , after bending low With reverence , though to one who knew it not ] . Then came the grieved voice of Mnemosyne , And grieved I hearken'd . " That divinity Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood , And with slow ...
... wide shoulders , after bending low With reverence , though to one who knew it not ] . Then came the grieved voice of Mnemosyne , And grieved I hearken'd . " That divinity Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood , And with slow ...
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... wide plain gather in sad troops , 2 When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers . Even now where Saturn , roused from icy trance , Goes step for step with Thea from yon3 woods , Hyperion , leaving twilight in the rear , Is sloping ...
... wide plain gather in sad troops , 2 When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers . Even now where Saturn , roused from icy trance , Goes step for step with Thea from yon3 woods , Hyperion , leaving twilight in the rear , Is sloping ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.