The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - Всего страниц: 310 |
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... surely no apology will be demanded for lingering over it in connection with the mention of Fanny Brawne's name ; for although Love and Death seemed to wrestle for possession of him , it was , after all , INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . 21.
... surely no apology will be demanded for lingering over it in connection with the mention of Fanny Brawne's name ; for although Love and Death seemed to wrestle for possession of him , it was , after all , INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . 21.
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... seemed to rally for a little during the summer , but the end was near . Early in July 1820 his third volume was published , containing " Lamia , " " Isa- bella , " and other poems . It was a copy of this book that was found on the body ...
... seemed to rally for a little during the summer , but the end was near . Early in July 1820 his third volume was published , containing " Lamia , " " Isa- bella , " and other poems . It was a copy of this book that was found on the body ...
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... seemed boiling in his throat , and increased until eleven , when he gradually sunk into death , so quiet , that I still thought he slept . " Three days later the body was buried in the Protestant Cemetery at Rome , whither little more ...
... seemed boiling in his throat , and increased until eleven , when he gradually sunk into death , so quiet , that I still thought he slept . " Three days later the body was buried in the Protestant Cemetery at Rome , whither little more ...
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... . " The marvellous is the most enticing , " he once acknowledged to his publisher , and surely it seemed to come to him with an easy naturalness , so to speak , as though he breathed the rarer INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . 29.
... . " The marvellous is the most enticing , " he once acknowledged to his publisher , and surely it seemed to come to him with an easy naturalness , so to speak , as though he breathed the rarer INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . 29.
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... seemed an emerald in the silver sheen Of the bright waters ! or , as when on high , Through clouds of fleecy white , laughs the coerulean And all around it dipped luxuriously Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide , Which , as it ...
... seemed an emerald in the silver sheen Of the bright waters ! or , as when on high , Through clouds of fleecy white , laughs the coerulean And all around it dipped luxuriously Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide , Which , as it ...
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Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold bliss bosom bower breast breath bright Carian charm chidden clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight dewy dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Endymion eyes face faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre Mermaid Tavern moon morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passed passion pleasant poet Porphyro rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper 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...