The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - Всего страниц: 256 |
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... earth is our throne ; and the sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest - cares of life . * * I shall ever feel grateful to you for having made XX MEMOIR OF ...
... earth is our throne ; and the sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able , like David's harp , to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest - cares of life . * * I shall ever feel grateful to you for having made XX MEMOIR OF ...
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... earth repeated in a finer tone . And yet such a fate can only befall those who delight in Sensation , rather than hunger , as you do , after Truth . Adam's dream will do here , and seems to be a conviction that Imagination and its ...
... earth repeated in a finer tone . And yet such a fate can only befall those who delight in Sensation , rather than hunger , as you do , after Truth . Adam's dream will do here , and seems to be a conviction that Imagination and its ...
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John Keats. earth , but also increase in knowledge , and know all things . " This self - drawn picture of the mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true repre ...
John Keats. earth , but also increase in knowledge , and know all things . " This self - drawn picture of the mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true repre ...
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... earth . ' Nor will this sparing touch of noble books be any irreverence to these writers ; for , perhaps , the honours paid by man to man , are trifles in com- parison to the benefit done by great works to the ' spirit and pulse of good ...
... earth . ' Nor will this sparing touch of noble books be any irreverence to these writers ; for , perhaps , the honours paid by man to man , are trifles in com- parison to the benefit done by great works to the ' spirit and pulse of good ...
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... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darken'd ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
... earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the unhealthy and o'er - darken'd ways Made for our searching : yes , in spite of all , Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From ...
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Стр. 209 - 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: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Стр. 208 - 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. 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
Стр. 148 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Стр. 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
Стр. 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
Стр. 209 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; 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. 155 - 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. 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
Стр. 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.