The Poetical Works of John KeatsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1884 - 349 oldal |
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xxxi. oldal
... wonder how they came and whence ; And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be and Milton's ( P. L. ii . 990 ) — I know thee stranger who thou art . Other peculiarly Miltonic passages are that astronomical one in the first book of the ...
... wonder how they came and whence ; And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be and Milton's ( P. L. ii . 990 ) — I know thee stranger who thou art . Other peculiarly Miltonic passages are that astronomical one in the first book of the ...
9. oldal
... wonder- The darkness , loneliness , —the fearful thunder ; Their woes gone by , and both to heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pull'd the boughs aside , That we might look into a forest ...
... wonder- The darkness , loneliness , —the fearful thunder ; Their woes gone by , and both to heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pull'd the boughs aside , That we might look into a forest ...
11. oldal
... wonder of thy bridal night ! Where distant ships do seem to show their keels , Phoebus awhile delay'd his mighty wheels , And turn'd to smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so ...
... wonder of thy bridal night ! Where distant ships do seem to show their keels , Phoebus awhile delay'd his mighty wheels , And turn'd to smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so ...
12. oldal
... wonder of its gentle might . Lo ! I must tell a tale of chivalry ; For while I muse , the lance points slantingly Athwart the morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old ...
... wonder of its gentle might . Lo ! I must tell a tale of chivalry ; For while I muse , the lance points slantingly Athwart the morning air : some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old ...
16. oldal
... his arms . A dimpled hand , Fair as some wonder out of fairy land , Hung from his shoulder like the drooping flowers Of whitest Cassia , fresh from summer showers : And this he fondled with his happy cheek , As 16 THE VOLUME OF 1817.
... his arms . A dimpled hand , Fair as some wonder out of fairy land , Hung from his shoulder like the drooping flowers Of whitest Cassia , fresh from summer showers : And this he fondled with his happy cheek , As 16 THE VOLUME OF 1817.
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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...