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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208. oldal
... heard a mournful voice , Such as once heard , in gentle heart , destroys All pain but pity : thus the lone voice spake : " When from this wreathed tomb shall I awake ! " When move in a sweet body fit for life , " And love , and pleasure ...
... heard a mournful voice , Such as once heard , in gentle heart , destroys All pain but pity : thus the lone voice spake : " When from this wreathed tomb shall I awake ! " When move in a sweet body fit for life , " And love , and pleasure ...
212. oldal
... heard no more . 170 Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A full - born beauty new and exquisite ? She fled into that valley they pass o'er Who go to Corinth from Cenchreas ' shore ; And rested at the foot of those wild hills , The ...
... heard no more . 170 Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A full - born beauty new and exquisite ? She fled into that valley they pass o'er Who go to Corinth from Cenchreas ' shore ; And rested at the foot of those wild hills , The ...
214. oldal
... heard his vows , and better'd his desire ; For by some freakful chance he made retire From his companions , and set forth to walk , Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk : Over the solitary hills he fared , Thoughtless at first ...
... heard his vows , and better'd his desire ; For by some freakful chance he made retire From his companions , and set forth to walk , Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk : Over the solitary hills he fared , Thoughtless at first ...
227. oldal
... heard , and the loud revelry 260 Grew hush ; the stately music no more breathes ; The myrtle sicken'd in a thousand wreaths . By faint degrees , voice , lute , and pleasure ceased ; 265 A deadly silence step by step increased , Until it ...
... heard , and the loud revelry 260 Grew hush ; the stately music no more breathes ; The myrtle sicken'd in a thousand wreaths . By faint degrees , voice , lute , and pleasure ceased ; 265 A deadly silence step by step increased , Until it ...
238. oldal
... heard a laugh full musical aloft ; When , looking up , he saw her features bright Smile through an in - door lattice , all delight . XXVI . " Love , Isabel ! " said he , " I was in pain " Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow ...
... heard a laugh full musical aloft ; When , looking up , he saw her features bright Smile through an in - door lattice , all delight . XXVI . " Love , Isabel ! " said he , " I was in pain " Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.