The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - Всего страниц: 301 |
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John Keats. THE BEQUEATHED TO THE BY THE HON . ALPHEUS FELCH . 1896 . 828 K257 M3 828 کار R257 M3 THE BRITISH POETS. ALPHEUS FELCH HISTORICAL LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN.
John Keats. THE BEQUEATHED TO THE BY THE HON . ALPHEUS FELCH . 1896 . 828 K257 M3 828 کار R257 M3 THE BRITISH POETS. ALPHEUS FELCH HISTORICAL LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN.
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John Keats. 828 کار R257 M3 THE BRITISH POETS , PUBLISHED BY LITTLE , BROWN AND COMPANY . A COMPLETE COLLECTION , FROM ... poets ; accom- panied with biographical , historical , and critical notices - and portraits , the whole forming a ...
John Keats. 828 کار R257 M3 THE BRITISH POETS , PUBLISHED BY LITTLE , BROWN AND COMPANY . A COMPLETE COLLECTION , FROM ... poets ; accom- panied with biographical , historical , and critical notices - and portraits , the whole forming a ...
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... Poets than has ever appeared before . The numerous testimonials to the excellence of this series , which the ... Poets . " - Boston Daily Advertiser . " We really know nothing more worthy of the cordial support of the American public ...
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Стр. 302 - 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...
Стр. 229 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Стр. 302 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 304 - 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...
Стр. 322 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory Underneath a...
Стр. 304 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,~ While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 406 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Стр. xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Стр. 378 - 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. 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...