The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 799. kiadás1874 |
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xiii. oldal
... death in that hand , ' I said to " when Keats was gone . Yet this was , I believe , before the consumption . showed itself distinctly . " " Endymion " was very severely reviewed by Gifford in the Quarterly , and there spread a rumour ...
... death in that hand , ' I said to " when Keats was gone . Yet this was , I believe , before the consumption . showed itself distinctly . " " Endymion " was very severely reviewed by Gifford in the Quarterly , and there spread a rumour ...
xiv. oldal
... arterial blood — I cannot be deceived in that colour . That drop is my death - warrant . I must die . " * " Life and Letters of Keats , " by Lord Houghton , p . 289 . From this first attack , however , he recovered , xiv PREFATORY MEMOIR .
... arterial blood — I cannot be deceived in that colour . That drop is my death - warrant . I must die . " * " Life and Letters of Keats , " by Lord Houghton , p . 289 . From this first attack , however , he recovered , xiv PREFATORY MEMOIR .
xv. oldal
... alleviate his sufferings and cheer his mind . But nothing could avail to save him . knew he was dying , and once said , " I feel the daisies growing He over me . " Just before his death he received PREFATORY MEMOIR . XV.
... alleviate his sufferings and cheer his mind . But nothing could avail to save him . knew he was dying , and once said , " I feel the daisies growing He over me . " Just before his death he received PREFATORY MEMOIR . XV.
xvi. oldal
... death , which occurred February 24th , 1821 , caused much excitement in the literary world . Byron , who had at first dis- dained the young poet as of the " Cockney school , " wrote feel- ingly now of him , and declared that " his ...
... death , which occurred February 24th , 1821 , caused much excitement in the literary world . Byron , who had at first dis- dained the young poet as of the " Cockney school , " wrote feel- ingly now of him , and declared that " his ...
xix. oldal
... death , the poetry of Keats has received its due appreciation , and has yearly risen in the estimation of readers who regret that such a poet was not spared to attain maturity of life and genius , for he died at the early age of twenty ...
... death , the poetry of Keats has received its due appreciation , and has yearly risen in the estimation of readers who regret that such a poet was not spared to attain maturity of life and genius , for he died at the early age of twenty ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mnemosyne moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Ophion pain pale passion pinions pleasant poet rill ringdove rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper 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.