The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - Всего страниц: 310 |
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John Keats. Poets KEATS OF JOHN KEATS With an Introductory Sketch BY JOHN HOGBEN. The Canterbury Front Cover.
John Keats. Poets KEATS OF JOHN KEATS With an Introductory Sketch BY JOHN HOGBEN. The Canterbury Front Cover.
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... - Dedication to Leigh Hunt , Esq . I stood tiptoe To Imitation of Spenser Woman ! when I behold thee Sleep and Poetry Endymion : A Poetic Romance PAGE 7 35 36 43 45 47 48 62 SONNETS- Το Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt.
... - Dedication to Leigh Hunt , Esq . I stood tiptoe To Imitation of Spenser Woman ! when I behold thee Sleep and Poetry Endymion : A Poetic Romance PAGE 7 35 36 43 45 47 48 62 SONNETS- Το Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt.
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... poet describes goldfinches flying - a singularly felicitous one ? — " Pausing upon their yellow flutterings . " No such perfect touch could be supplied by Peter Bell's twin - brother , to whom a bird was but a flying bird , " and it was ...
... poet describes goldfinches flying - a singularly felicitous one ? — " Pausing upon their yellow flutterings . " No such perfect touch could be supplied by Peter Bell's twin - brother , to whom a bird was but a flying bird , " and it was ...
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... poet's own words- " The hearty grasp that sends a pleasanf sonnet Into the brain ere one can think upon it ; " albeit his sonnets were , by - and - by , to exhibit even greater advance than his heroics . A new voice had uttered its ...
... poet's own words- " The hearty grasp that sends a pleasanf sonnet Into the brain ere one can think upon it ; " albeit his sonnets were , by - and - by , to exhibit even greater advance than his heroics . A new voice had uttered its ...
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... poet more than I ought , of which there is now no danger . " But the voices , for the most part , that hailed " Endymion " " were not content with their want of discrimination but added thereto the most unqualified coarseness . Quoth ...
... poet more than I ought , of which there is now no danger . " But the voices , for the most part , that hailed " Endymion " " were not content with their want of discrimination but added thereto the most unqualified coarseness . Quoth ...
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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...