The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - Всего страниц: 256 |
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... BE CONTENT " 244 THE HUMAN SEASONS 244 ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER 245 TO AILSA ROCK . 245 EPISTLES- TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW 246 TO MY BROTHER GEORGE 249 TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE 253 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . R + MEMOIR OF JOHN.
... BE CONTENT " 244 THE HUMAN SEASONS 244 ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER 245 TO AILSA ROCK . 245 EPISTLES- TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW 246 TO MY BROTHER GEORGE 249 TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE 253 MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS . R + MEMOIR OF JOHN.
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... human sympathy amidst all its demands on our admiration . John Keats was born on the 29th of October , 1795 , in the upper rank of the middle class , his mother possessing sufficient means to give her children an excellent education ...
... human sympathy amidst all its demands on our admiration . John Keats was born on the 29th of October , 1795 , in the upper rank of the middle class , his mother possessing sufficient means to give her children an excellent education ...
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... human life and its spiritual repetition . But , as I was saying , the simple imagi- native mind may have its rewards in the repetition of its own silent working coming continually on the spirit with a fine suddenness . To compare great ...
... human life and its spiritual repetition . But , as I was saying , the simple imagi- native mind may have its rewards in the repetition of its own silent working coming continually on the spirit with a fine suddenness . To compare great ...
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... human dust - hole into which we can sweep such fellows ? " He used to complain of the usual character of conversation , and said , " If Lord Bacon were alive , and to make a remark in the present day in company , the conversation would ...
... human dust - hole into which we can sweep such fellows ? " He used to complain of the usual character of conversation , and said , " If Lord Bacon were alive , and to make a remark in the present day in company , the conversation would ...
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... human being might become great , and humanity , instead of being a wide heath of furze and briars , with here and there a remote oak or pine , would become a grand democracy of forest - trees . ” A lady whose feminine acuteness of ...
... human being might become great , and humanity , instead of being a wide heath of furze and briars , with here and there a remote oak or pine , would become a grand democracy of forest - trees . ” A lady whose feminine acuteness of ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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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.