PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - Всего страниц: 302 |
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... 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 : 15 20 3 ...
... 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 : 15 20 3 ...
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... warm and still to be enjoy'd , For ever panting , and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above , That leaves a heart high - sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . 4 . Who are these coming to ...
... warm and still to be enjoy'd , For ever panting , and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above , That leaves a heart high - sorrowful and cloy'd , A burning forehead , and a parching tongue . 4 . Who are these coming to ...
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... warm Love in ! TO AUTUMN . I. SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness , Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eves run ; To bend with apples the ...
... warm Love in ! TO AUTUMN . I. SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness , Close bosom - friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch - eves run ; To bend with apples the ...
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... warm head out - flew That sweetest of all songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Coming ever to bless Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out ...
... warm head out - flew That sweetest of all songs , that ever new , That aye refreshing , pure deliciousness , The wanderer by moonlight ? to him bringing Coming ever to bless Shapes from the invisible world , unearthly singing From out ...
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... warm , As Venus looking sideways in alarm . The breezes were ethereal , and pure , And crept through half clos'd lattices to cure The languid sick ; it cool'd their fever'd sleep , And soothed them into slumbers full and deep . 200 205 ...
... warm , As Venus looking sideways in alarm . The breezes were ethereal , and pure , And crept through half clos'd lattices to cure The languid sick ; it cool'd their fever'd sleep , And soothed them into slumbers full and deep . 200 205 ...
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Стр. 5 - 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. 55 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd — Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side. 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. 3 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Стр. 5 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
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. 272 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
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. 4 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 2 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
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...