The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 799. kiadás1874 |
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xii. oldal
... close of writing this poem , Keats also beheld the sterner beauties of Scotland , in which he made a tour . Very great anxieties delayed the completion of the poem . His brother Tom was seriously ill : George had left his employment ...
... close of writing this poem , Keats also beheld the sterner beauties of Scotland , in which he made a tour . Very great anxieties delayed the completion of the poem . His brother Tom was seriously ill : George had left his employment ...
27. oldal
... Close to the source , bright , pure , and undefiled , Whence gush the streams of song : in happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , Just as the sun was from the east uprising ; And , as for him some gift she was devising ...
... Close to the source , bright , pure , and undefiled , Whence gush the streams of song : in happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , Just as the sun was from the east uprising ; And , as for him some gift she was devising ...
66. oldal
... close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with minist'ring looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his sacred vestments swept . From his ...
... close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with minist'ring looks : alway his eye Steadfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his sacred vestments swept . From his ...
71. oldal
... close , A shout from the whole multitude arose , That lingered in the air like dying rolls Of abrupt thunder , when Ionian shoals Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine . Meantime , on shady levels , mossy fine , Young companies ...
... close , A shout from the whole multitude arose , That lingered in the air like dying rolls Of abrupt thunder , when Ionian shoals Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine . Meantime , on shady levels , mossy fine , Young companies ...
74. oldal
... close they huddled from the cold , And shared their famished scrips . Thus all out - told Their fond imaginations , —saving him Whose eyelids curtained up their jewels dim , Endymion yet hourly had he striven . To hide the cankering ...
... close they huddled from the cold , And shared their famished scrips . Thus all out - told Their fond imaginations , —saving him Whose eyelids curtained up their jewels dim , Endymion yet hourly had he striven . To hide the cankering ...
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arms beauty beneath bliss blue breast breath bright clear close clouds cold cool dark death deep delight divine doth dream earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel feet felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour keep kiss leaves light lips live look morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale pass pleasant pleasure poet poor rest rose round seemed seen shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought took touch trees turn twas voice warm whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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275. oldal - 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'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
262. oldal - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
40. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
264. oldal - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
261. oldal - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim : III.
269. oldal - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
xvi. oldal - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
277. oldal - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
224. oldal - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
223. oldal - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.