The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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... sorrow with his hands , so truly did his body , like that of Donne's mistress , think and remember and forebode . The healthiest poet of whom our civilization has been capable says that when he beholds - " desert a beggar born , And ...
... sorrow with his hands , so truly did his body , like that of Donne's mistress , think and remember and forebode . The healthiest poet of whom our civilization has been capable says that when he beholds - " desert a beggar born , And ...
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... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse : She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
... sorrow to persuade A yielding up , a cradling on her care . Her eloquence did breathe away the curse : She led him , like some midnight spirit nurse Of happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams ...
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... . So be thou cheered , sweet ! And , if thy lute is here , softly entreat My soul to keep in its resolved course . " Hereat Peona , in their silver source , Shut her pure sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , 22 22 ENDYMION .
... . So be thou cheered , sweet ! And , if thy lute is here , softly entreat My soul to keep in its resolved course . " Hereat Peona , in their silver source , Shut her pure sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , 22 22 ENDYMION .
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With a Life John Keats. Shut her pure sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . ' Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more ...
With a Life John Keats. Shut her pure sorrow - drops with glad exclaim , And took a lute , from which there pulsing came A lively prelude , fashioning the way In which her voice should wander . ' Twas a lay More subtle - cadenced , more ...
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... weary days , made deeper exquisite , By a foreknowledge of unslumbrous night ! Like sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by ENDYMION . 37.
... weary days , made deeper exquisite , By a foreknowledge of unslumbrous night ! Like sorrow came upon me , heavier still , Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill : And a whole age of lingering moments crept Sluggishly by ENDYMION . 37.
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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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.