The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - Всего страниц: 310 |
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... , Mr. John , back to plasters , pills , and ointment boxes , etc. But , for heaven's sake , young Sangrado , be a little more sparing of extenuatives and soporifics in your practice than you have been in your poetry . INTRODUCTORY SKETCH ...
... , Mr. John , back to plasters , pills , and ointment boxes , etc. But , for heaven's sake , young Sangrado , be a little more sparing of extenuatives and soporifics in your practice than you have been in your poetry . INTRODUCTORY SKETCH ...
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... heaven ; We know her woof , her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things . ' Three years before " Lamia " was published , Haydon tells us that Keats and Lamb agreed that " Newton had destroyed all the poetry of the ...
... heaven ; We know her woof , her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things . ' Three years before " Lamia " was published , Haydon tells us that Keats and Lamb agreed that " Newton had destroyed all the poetry of the ...
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... heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for ...
... heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for ...
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... heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pulled the boughs aside , That we might look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ...
... heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pulled the boughs aside , That we might look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ...
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... heavens ! I should see But that cruel destiny Has placed a golden cuirass there ; Keeping secret what is fair . Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested Thy locks in knightly casque are rested , O'er which bend four milky plumes Like the ...
... heavens ! I should see But that cruel destiny Has placed a golden cuirass there ; Keeping secret what is fair . Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested Thy locks in knightly casque are rested , O'er which bend four milky plumes Like the ...
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aged arms beauty blue breath bright charm clear close clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight doth dream ears earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green grief hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour human Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look moon morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale passed passion pleasant pleasure poor rest rose round seemed shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand took touch trees turn twas voice whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Стр. 271 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme...
Стр. 269 - 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. 271 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 268 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 270 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Стр. 223 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
Стр. 269 - 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. 61 - 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 ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms ; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead...
Стр. 229 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Стр. 280 - 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...