The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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... Press , and shall issue soon , the Works of BYRON , CHAUCER , SOUTHEY . The remainder of the series will be published as fast as the volumes can be prepared . THE BRITISH ESSAYISTS , PUBLISHED BY LITTLE , BROWN & 2 THE BRITISH POETS .
... Press , and shall issue soon , the Works of BYRON , CHAUCER , SOUTHEY . The remainder of the series will be published as fast as the volumes can be prepared . THE BRITISH ESSAYISTS , PUBLISHED BY LITTLE , BROWN & 2 THE BRITISH POETS .
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... soon discover the charm of rhyme , and perhaps fewer who can resist making fun of the Mrs .. Graftys of Cra- ven Street , Finsbury , when they have the chance . See Hay- don's Autobiography , vol . i . p . 361 . is the old story , the ...
... soon discover the charm of rhyme , and perhaps fewer who can resist making fun of the Mrs .. Graftys of Cra- ven Street , Finsbury , when they have the chance . See Hay- don's Autobiography , vol . i . p . 361 . is the old story , the ...
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... soon , but the waves in which he was struggling looked only the blacker that they were shone upon by the signal - torch that promised safety , and love , and rest . It is good to know that one of Keats's last pleasures was in hearing ...
... soon , but the waves in which he was struggling looked only the blacker that they were shone upon by the signal - torch that promised safety , and love , and rest . It is good to know that one of Keats's last pleasures was in hearing ...
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... soon as we have discovered the word for our joy or sor- row we are no longer its serfs , but its lords . We reward the discoverer of an anesthetic for the body and make him member of all the socie- ties , but him who finds a nepenthe ...
... soon as we have discovered the word for our joy or sor- row we are no longer its serfs , but its lords . We reward the discoverer of an anesthetic for the body and make him member of all the socie- ties , but him who finds a nepenthe ...
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... soon perceive great inex- perience , immaturity , and every error denoting a feverish attempt , rather than a deed accomplished . The two first books , and indeed the two last , I feel sensible are not of such completion as to warrant ...
... soon perceive great inex- perience , immaturity , and every error denoting a feverish attempt , rather than a deed accomplished . The two first books , and indeed the two last , I feel sensible are not of such completion as to warrant ...
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Стр. 287 - 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. 197 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Стр. 288 - 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 ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 369 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Стр. ix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Стр. 302 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Стр. 390 - 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!
Стр. 202 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
Стр. 418 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Стр. 198 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.