The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 799. kiadás1874 |
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8. oldal
... thou most lovely queen Of all the brightness that mine eyes have seen ! As thou exceedest all things in thy shine , So every tale , does this sweet tale of thine . O for three words of honey , that I might Tell but one wonder of thy ...
... thou most lovely queen Of all the brightness that mine eyes have seen ! As thou exceedest all things in thy shine , So every tale , does this sweet tale of thine . O for three words of honey , that I might Tell but one wonder of thy ...
17. oldal
... thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the famed Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from thy shoulder , so ...
... thou a steed with a mane richly flowing ? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the famed Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from thy shoulder , so ...
18. oldal
... thou art crowned ; Full many the glories that brighten thy youth , I too have my blisses , which richly abound In magical powers to bless and to soothe . TO **** HADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy ...
... thou art crowned ; Full many the glories that brighten thy youth , I too have my blisses , which richly abound In magical powers to bless and to soothe . TO **** HADST thou lived in days of old , O what wonders had been told Of thy ...
19. oldal
... Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave ; Like twin water - lilies , born In the coolness of the morn . O , if thou hadst breathed then , Now the Muses had been ten . Couldst thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia ? At ...
... Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave ; Like twin water - lilies , born In the coolness of the morn . O , if thou hadst breathed then , Now the Muses had been ten . Couldst thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia ? At ...
20. oldal
... thou this wilt never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . TO HOPE . WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloorn ; When no fair dreams ...
... thou this wilt never do : Thou art an enchantress too , And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill . TO HOPE . WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloorn ; When no fair dreams ...
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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.