The Poetical Works of John KeatsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1884 - 349 oldal |
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xx. oldal
... smiles upon a summer's night , And peers among the cloudlets jet and white , As though she were reclining in a bed Of bean blossoms , in heaven freshly shed . E'en now , dear George , while this for you I write , Cynthia is from her ...
... smiles upon a summer's night , And peers among the cloudlets jet and white , As though she were reclining in a bed Of bean blossoms , in heaven freshly shed . E'en now , dear George , while this for you I write , Cynthia is from her ...
3. oldal
... smiling day : No crowd of nymphs soft voiced and young and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these ...
... smiling day : No crowd of nymphs soft voiced and young and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these ...
8. oldal
... smiling lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ... smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair paradise of Nature's ...
... smiling lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ... smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair paradise of Nature's ...
10. oldal
... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The Poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . Queen of the wide air ; thou most lovely ...
... smiling o'er the sacrifice , The Poet wept at her so piteous fate , Wept that such beauty should be desolate : So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won , And gave meek Cynthia her Endymion . Queen of the wide air ; thou most lovely ...
11. oldal
... smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so bright , and clear , That men of health were of unusual cheer ; Stepping like Homer at the trumpet's call , Or young Apollo on the ...
... smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so bright , and clear , That men of health were of unusual cheer ; Stepping like Homer at the trumpet's call , Or young Apollo on the ...
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adieu art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds cold dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy hath heart heaven hour Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look look'd Lord Houghton lute Lycius lyre melody moan moon morn mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche once pain pale pass'd pleasant poem poet rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep Sleep and Poetry smile soft song sonnets sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas vex'd voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonder word young
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233. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
239. oldal - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
235. oldal - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
226. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
232. oldal - 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.
248. oldal - 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...
248. oldal - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
65. oldal - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy, but there is a space of life between in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
198. oldal - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine— Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-personed Lamia melt into a shade.
233. oldal - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...