PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - Всего страниц: 302 |
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Стр. xii
... passionate cious lad , of quick and lively temperament , and th rather small stature , of much personal beauty of f figure . The maternal grandfather had left a 1 fortune to the Keats children , which was not too w aged by the trustees ...
... passionate cious lad , of quick and lively temperament , and th rather small stature , of much personal beauty of f figure . The maternal grandfather had left a 1 fortune to the Keats children , which was not too w aged by the trustees ...
Стр. xiii
... passion till then latent , and for the rest of his life poetry was to him a prime necessity of existence . It was not until a couple of years later1 that he ventured to show to Clarke his own attempts at rhyming ; but he composed more ...
... passion till then latent , and for the rest of his life poetry was to him a prime necessity of existence . It was not until a couple of years later1 that he ventured to show to Clarke his own attempts at rhyming ; but he composed more ...
Стр. xiv
... passion for poetry and a respect for classic models must have been of value however long the poet had lived . The outward effect of this association with the coterie scornfully dubbed by Blackwood's the " Cockney School " was disastrous ...
... passion for poetry and a respect for classic models must have been of value however long the poet had lived . The outward effect of this association with the coterie scornfully dubbed by Blackwood's the " Cockney School " was disastrous ...
Стр. xv
... classical dictionaries and his own vention . To the ancient myth he owed little beyond the ntral idea of the passion of the goddess for a mortal . With To G xiv this he interwove according to his fancy fragments of INTRODUCTION .
... classical dictionaries and his own vention . To the ancient myth he owed little beyond the ntral idea of the passion of the goddess for a mortal . With To G xiv this he interwove according to his fancy fragments of INTRODUCTION .
Стр. xvii
... passion which was characteristic of his ardent nature ; but in the event there proved to be for him in this love ... passionate consciousness that the bony fingers of death were already clutching his wrist to lead him away from all his ...
... passion which was characteristic of his ardent nature ; but in the event there proved to be for him in this love ... passionate consciousness that the bony fingers of death were already clutching his wrist to lead him away from all his ...
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९९ adieu Æschylus Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers FMIC forest gentle goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heart heaven Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion pleasant poem poet poetry rose round Saturn seem'd shade Sidney Colvin sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling UNIV vex'd voice weep whisper wide wild wind wings wonder words young youth ΙΟ
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Стр. 2 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Стр. 67 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Стр. 1 - 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. 10 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Стр. 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Стр. 276 - 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. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Стр. 265 - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
Стр. 191 - 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. 7 - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Стр. 67 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...