Keats and Mary Tighe: The Poems of Mary Tighe with Parallel Passages from the Works of John KeatsCentury Company for the Modern Language Association of America, 1928 - 333 oldal |
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Agnes anguish anxious Apuleius arms beams beauty Beauty's behold bids blaze bless blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers breast breath bright brow Bryan Byrne CANTO celestial charms cheek cheerful confest couch cries dear deep delight divine dread e'er enchanted Endymion fainting fair fate fear feel flies fond fragrant gazed gloom glowing graceful hand happy hath hear heaven hope Hymen Inistioge John Keats Keats Keats's knight Lamia light lips lustre lyre MARY TIGHE mourn Muse ne'er never Nightingale nymph o'er Ode to Psyche Otho pain pale peace placid pleasure poems Psyche Psyche's queen rapture repose rose scarce scene seems shade shed sigh sight silent Sleep slumbers smile soft song SONNET soothing sorrow soul sudden sweet tears tender thee thine thou Tighe Tighe's trembling uncertain path virgin voice waking eyes Wicklow wild woes youth
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xiii. 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!
89. oldal - To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed ; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled. XXIII Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died...
296. oldal - Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast. Yes, hide beneath the mouldering heap, The undelighting, slighted thing ; There in the cold earth buried deep, In silence let it wait the spring. Oh ! many a stormy night shall close In gloom upon the barren earth, While still in...
121. oldal - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
33. oldal - Now through the hall melodious music stole, And self-prepared the splendid banquet stands, Self-poured the nectar sparkles in the bowl, The lute and viol touched by unseen hands Aid the soft voices of the choral bands ; O'er the full board a brighter lustre beams Than Persia's monarch at his feast commands : For sweet refreshment all inviting seems To taste celestial food, and pure ambrosial streams.
32. oldal - The amethyst was there of violet hue, And there the topaz shed its golden ray, The chrysoberyl, and the sapphire blue As the clear azure of a sunny day, Or the mild eyes where amorous glances play ; The...
30. oldal - The sun looks glorious mid a sky serene, And bids bright lustre sparkle o'er the tide; The clear blue ocean at a distance seen Bounds the gay landscape on the western side, While closing round it with majestic pride, The lofty rocks mid citron groves arise; 'Sure some divinity must here reside,' As tranced in some bright vision, Psyche cries, And scarce believes the bliss, or trusts her charmed eyes.
294. oldal - See thy great deliverer nigh, Calls thee from thy sorrow vain; Bids thee on his love rely, Bless the salutary pain. From thine eyes the mists dispelling, Lo ! the well of life he shows ; In his presence ever dwelling, Bids thee find thy true repose. Future prospects rich in blessing, Open to thy hopes secure; Sure of endless joys' possessing, Of an heavenly kingdom sure.
292. oldal - Hagar leads the child of scorn. Who can speak a mother's anguish, Painted in that tearless eye, Which beholds her darling languish, Languish unrelieved, and die. Lo! the empty pitcher fails her, Perishing with thirst he lies, Death with deep despair assails her, Piteous as for aid he cries. 299 From the dreadful image flying, Wild she rushes from the sight; In the agonies of dying Can she see her soul's delight?
xvii. oldal - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...