The Poetical Works of John Keats Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources and Collated with Many Manuscripts, 2. kötetJ. B. Lippincott Company, 1891 |
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214. oldal
... cold wonder fearingly , But Orpheus - like at an Eurydice ; For so delicious were the words she sung , 235 240 245 It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long : 250 And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up , Leaving no drop in the ...
... cold wonder fearingly , But Orpheus - like at an Eurydice ; For so delicious were the words she sung , 235 240 245 It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long : 250 And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up , Leaving no drop in the ...
225. oldal
... cold full sponge to pleasure press'd , By minist'ring slaves , upon his hands and feet , And fragrant oils with ceremony meet Pour'd on his hair , they all mov'd to the feast In white robes , and themselves in order plac'd Around the ...
... cold full sponge to pleasure press'd , By minist'ring slaves , upon his hands and feet , And fragrant oils with ceremony meet Pour'd on his hair , they all mov'd to the feast In white robes , and themselves in order plac'd Around the ...
226. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
227. oldal
John Keats Harry Buxton Forman. ' Twas icy , and the cold ran through his veins ; Then sudden it grew hot , and all the pains Of an unnatural heat shot to his heart . " Lamia , what means this ? Wherefore dost thou start ? " Know'st thou ...
John Keats Harry Buxton Forman. ' Twas icy , and the cold ran through his veins ; Then sudden it grew hot , and all the pains Of an unnatural heat shot to his heart . " Lamia , what means this ? Wherefore dost thou start ? " Know'st thou ...
233. oldal
... cold , " Lady ! thou leadest me to summer clime , " And I must taste the blossoms that unfold " In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time . " So said , his erewhile timid lips grew bold , And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme : Great ...
... cold , " Lady ! thou leadest me to summer clime , " And I must taste the blossoms that unfold " In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time . " So said , his erewhile timid lips grew bold , And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme : Great ...
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aching Agnes Apollo art thou Bag-pipe beauty bliss blush breath bright canst censer cheek clouds cold Corinth dark death deep divine doth dream DUSKETHA earth Elgin Marbles Enceladus eternal eyes face fade faery fair fear feet flowers GEORGE KEATS gloom Goddess golden green hair hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion John Hamilton Reynolds kiss'd Lamia leave light lips listen look look'd lute Lycius lyre Madeline marble melody Mermaid Tavern Mnemosyne moan moon morn mortal Muse Naiad never night numbers nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd Phorcus Porphyro rose SALAMANDER Saturn seem'd shade shadow sick sigh silent silver sing sleep soft song SONNET sorrow soul spake Spirit stars stood sweet tears tell Thea thee thine thing thou art thought thunder tongue touch'd trees tremble voice warm weep wings ZEPHYR
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282. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
268. 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!
270. oldal - 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! 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!
268. 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...
261. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
226. 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-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
271. oldal - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
269. oldal - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn.
282. oldal - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
260. oldal - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.