PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 oldal |
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... hast never known , The weariness , the fever , and the fret Here , where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few , sad , last gray hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies ; Where but to think ...
... hast never known , The weariness , the fever , and the fret Here , where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few , sad , last gray hairs , Where youth grows pale , and spectre - thin , and dies ; Where but to think ...
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... 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 ! 15 20 Keats 3 . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! 4 ON A GRECIAN URN . ODE ON A GRECIAN.
... 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 ! 15 20 Keats 3 . Ah , happy , happy boughs ! 4 ON A GRECIAN URN . ODE ON A GRECIAN.
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... all Olympus ' faded hierarchy ! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire - region'd star , Or Vesper , amorous glow - worm of the sky ; 1 ΤΟ 15 20 25 Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , 6 TO PSYCHE . ODE TO PSYCHE.
... all Olympus ' faded hierarchy ! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire - region'd star , Or Vesper , amorous glow - worm of the sky ; 1 ΤΟ 15 20 25 Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , 6 TO PSYCHE . ODE TO PSYCHE.
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John Keats. Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap'd with flowers ; Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ...
John Keats. Fairer than these , though temple thou hast none , Nor altar heap'd with flowers ; Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ...
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... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
... hast thy music too , While barred clouds bloom the soft - dying day , And touch the stubble - plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows , borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives ...
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९९ Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look'd lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion Peona pleasant poem poet Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth ΙΟ
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2. 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, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
67. oldal - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
1. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
10. oldal - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud ; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
8. oldal - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
276. oldal - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
265. oldal - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
191. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
7. oldal - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
67. oldal - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...