The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - Всего страниц: 473 |
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... arms Strikes the twanging harp of war , And even the western splendor warms , While the trumpets sound afar : But , what creates the most intense surprise , His soul looks out through renovated eyes . Then , through thy Temple wide ...
... arms Strikes the twanging harp of war , And even the western splendor warms , While the trumpets sound afar : But , what creates the most intense surprise , His soul looks out through renovated eyes . Then , through thy Temple wide ...
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... flowers , the glory of one day , are blowing ; 40 Where the dark - leav'd laburnum's drooping clusters Reflect athwart the stream their yellow lustres , And intertwined the cassia's arms unite , With its own 16 EARLY POEMS.
... flowers , the glory of one day , are blowing ; 40 Where the dark - leav'd laburnum's drooping clusters Reflect athwart the stream their yellow lustres , And intertwined the cassia's arms unite , With its own 16 EARLY POEMS.
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John Keats. And intertwined the cassia's arms unite , With its own drooping buds , but very white . Where on one side are covert branches hung , ' Mong which the nightingales have always sung In leafy quiet where to pry , aloof Atween ...
John Keats. And intertwined the cassia's arms unite , With its own drooping buds , but very white . Where on one side are covert branches hung , ' Mong which the nightingales have always sung In leafy quiet where to pry , aloof Atween ...
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... arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless , amaz'd To see the brightness in each other's eyes ; And so they ...
... arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless , amaz'd To see the brightness in each other's eyes ; And so they ...
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... arms ; some , clear in youthful bloom , Go glad and smilingly athwart the gloom ; Some looking back , and some with upward gaze ; Yes , thousands in a thousand different ways Flit onward - now a lovely wreath of girls Dancing their ...
... arms ; some , clear in youthful bloom , Go glad and smilingly athwart the gloom ; Some looking back , and some with upward gaze ; Yes , thousands in a thousand different ways Flit onward - now a lovely wreath of girls Dancing their ...
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Стр. 67 - Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
Стр. 251 - 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. 241 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said,
Стр. 377 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 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. 221 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Стр. 235 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Стр. 235 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Стр. 220 - 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 soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Стр. 221 - 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. 252 - 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...