The Poetical Works of John Keats: Reprinted from the Original EditionsMacmillan, 1884 - 284 oldal |
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... clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn , And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence ...
... clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn , And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence ...
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... cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew ...
... cloud , and with a gradual swim Coming into the blue with all her light . O Maker of sweet poets , dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew ...
14. oldal
... clouds to wing its flight . Green tufted islands casting their soft shades Across the lake ; sequester'd leafy glades , That through the dimness of their twilight show Large dock leaves , spiral foxgloves , or the glow Of the wild cat's ...
... clouds to wing its flight . Green tufted islands casting their soft shades Across the lake ; sequester'd leafy glades , That through the dimness of their twilight show Large dock leaves , spiral foxgloves , or the glow Of the wild cat's ...
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... cloud , he sits upon the air , Preparing on his spell - bound prey to dart : Chase him away , sweet Hope , with visage bright , And fright him as the morning frightens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my ...
... cloud , he sits upon the air , Preparing on his spell - bound prey to dart : Chase him away , sweet Hope , with visage bright , And fright him as the morning frightens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my ...
23. oldal
... cloud ; Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar : So , when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud , Sweet Hope , celestial influence round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . IMITATION OF SPENSER ...
... cloud ; Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar : So , when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud , Sweet Hope , celestial influence round me shed , Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head . February , 1815 . IMITATION OF SPENSER ...
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adieu Apollo art thou beauty behold beneath bliss bower breast breath bright Carian clouds Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody Mermaid Tavern Mnemosyne morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pleasant pleasure poem Poet rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice weep wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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214. 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...
219. oldal - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
258. oldal - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art — < Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
217. 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...
207. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
216. oldal - Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy ? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
215. oldal - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
212. oldal - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
239. oldal - But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
215. oldal - To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.