The Letters and Poems of John Keats, 2-3. kötetDodd, Mead, 1883 |
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236. oldal
... Lycius ! gentle Lycius ! " - borne aloft With the bright mists about the mountains hoar These words dissolved : Crete's forests heard no more . Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A 236 LAMIA .
... Lycius ! gentle Lycius ! " - borne aloft With the bright mists about the mountains hoar These words dissolved : Crete's forests heard no more . Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A 236 LAMIA .
237. oldal
... Lycius ! -for she was a maid More beautiful than ever twisted braid , Or sigh'd , or blush'd , or on spring - flower'd lea Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy : A virgin purest lipp'd , yet in the lore Of love deep learned to the ...
... Lycius ! -for she was a maid More beautiful than ever twisted braid , Or sigh'd , or blush'd , or on spring - flower'd lea Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy : A virgin purest lipp'd , yet in the lore Of love deep learned to the ...
240. oldal
... Lycius , and must know That finer spirits cannot breathe below In human climes , and live . Alas ! poor youth , What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe My essence ? What serener palaces , Where I may all my many senses please And by ...
... Lycius , and must know That finer spirits cannot breathe below In human climes , and live . Alas ! poor youth , What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe My essence ? What serener palaces , Where I may all my many senses please And by ...
242. oldal
... Lycius could not love in half a fright , So threw the goddess off , and won his heart More pleasantly by playing woman's part , With no more awe than what her beauty gave , That , while it smote , still guaranteed to save . Lycius to ...
... Lycius could not love in half a fright , So threw the goddess off , and won his heart More pleasantly by playing woman's part , With no more awe than what her beauty gave , That , while it smote , still guaranteed to save . Lycius to ...
243. oldal
... Lycius ! wherefore did you blind Yourself from his quick eyes ? " Lycius replied , " Tis Apollonius sage , my trusty guide And good instructor ; but to - night he seems The ghost of Folly haunting my sweet dreams . ” While yet he spake ...
... Lycius ! wherefore did you blind Yourself from his quick eyes ? " Lycius replied , " Tis Apollonius sage , my trusty guide And good instructor ; but to - night he seems The ghost of Folly haunting my sweet dreams . ” While yet he spake ...
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10. oldal - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
91. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
5. oldal - 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...
8. 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.
9. oldal - 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...
100. 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: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
7. oldal - By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
102. oldal - 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.
105. oldal - She hurried at his words, beset with fears For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found, In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
103. oldal - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.