The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts, 1-2. részWiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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19. oldal
... rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still , a - sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch over the stream that creeps Windingly by ...
... rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still , a - sleeping , held her finger - tips In tender pressure . And as a willow keeps A patient watch over the stream that creeps Windingly by ...
38. oldal
... rest , In chafing restlessness , is yet more drear Than to be crush'd , in striving to uprear Love's standard on the battlements of song . So once more days and nights aid me along , Like legion'd soldiers . Brain - sick shepherd ...
... rest , In chafing restlessness , is yet more drear Than to be crush'd , in striving to uprear Love's standard on the battlements of song . So once more days and nights aid me along , Like legion'd soldiers . Brain - sick shepherd ...
40. oldal
... rest ? It was a nymph uprisen to the breast In the fountain's pebbly margin , and she stood ' Mong lilies , like the youngest of the brood . To him her dripping hand she softly kist , And anxiously began to plait and twist Her ringlets ...
... rest ? It was a nymph uprisen to the breast In the fountain's pebbly margin , and she stood ' Mong lilies , like the youngest of the brood . To him her dripping hand she softly kist , And anxiously began to plait and twist Her ringlets ...
61. oldal
... rest ; yet must I hence : Yet , can I not to starry eminence Uplift thee ; nor for very shame can own Myself to thee . Ah , dearest ! do not groan , Or thou wilt force me from this secresy , And I must blush in heaven . O that I Had ...
... rest ; yet must I hence : Yet , can I not to starry eminence Uplift thee ; nor for very shame can own Myself to thee . Ah , dearest ! do not groan , Or thou wilt force me from this secresy , And I must blush in heaven . O that I Had ...
74. oldal
... rest . But gentle Orb ! there came a nearer bliss- My strange love came - Felicity's abyss ! She came , and thou didst fade , and fade away- Yet not entirely ; no , thy starry sway Has been an under - passion to this hour . Now I begin ...
... rest . But gentle Orb ! there came a nearer bliss- My strange love came - Felicity's abyss ! She came , and thou didst fade , and fade away- Yet not entirely ; no , thy starry sway Has been an under - passion to this hour . Now I begin ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion Iapetus immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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114. 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
116. 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 soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
105. 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...
155. oldal - Into forgetfulness ; and, for the sage, Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage War on his temples. Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
37. oldal - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
64. oldal - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
137. 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...
123. oldal - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.
33. oldal - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
36. 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.