The Poetical Works of John KeatsWalter Scott, 24 Warwick lane, Paternoster row, and Newcastle-on-Tyne., 1886 - 310 oldal |
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21. oldal
... soul he would have fulfilled his own purposes , leaving the verdict with the kindlier years to come . The death of Keats has attracted ten times more interest than his life , and , in view of all that has been written on the subject ...
... soul he would have fulfilled his own purposes , leaving the verdict with the kindlier years to come . The death of Keats has attracted ten times more interest than his life , and , in view of all that has been written on the subject ...
29. oldal
... soul , and weave a tapestry empyrean- full of symbols for his spiritual eye , of softness for his spiritual touch , of space for his wandering , of distinctness for his luxury . " There is a proud precision in his words sometimes- " I ...
... soul , and weave a tapestry empyrean- full of symbols for his spiritual eye , of softness for his spiritual touch , of space for his wandering , of distinctness for his luxury . " There is a proud precision in his words sometimes- " I ...
34. oldal
... soul to me . ' This , at least , is certain , that of all " The inheritors of unfulfilled renown , " no one is more securely fixed in his place than Keats . View him as we may , as Shelley sings of him in his magnificent elegy- " He ...
... soul to me . ' This , at least , is certain , that of all " The inheritors of unfulfilled renown , " no one is more securely fixed in his place than Keats . View him as we may , as Shelley sings of him in his magnificent elegy- " He ...
40. oldal
... soul is lost in pleasant smotherings : Fair dewy roses brush against our faces , And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweetbriar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our ...
... soul is lost in pleasant smotherings : Fair dewy roses brush against our faces , And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweetbriar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our ...
47. oldal
... soul with exultation dances For that to love , so long , I've dormant lain : But when I see thee meek , and kind , and tender . Heavens ! how desperately do I adore Thy winning graces ; to be thy defender I hotly burn - to be a Calidore ...
... soul with exultation dances For that to love , so long , I've dormant lain : But when I see thee meek , and kind , and tender . Heavens ! how desperately do I adore Thy winning graces ; to be thy defender I hotly burn - to be a Calidore ...
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adieu Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian Charles Armitage Brown charm clouds cold cool Corinth dark death deep delight dewy divine dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look Lord Houghton lute Lycius lyre melody moon morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale passed passion pleasant poet Porphyro rill ringdove rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch trees trembling twas voice weep whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young
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260. oldal - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. 1. 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness— That thou,
273. oldal - Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. ODE ON MELANCHOLY.
260. oldal - song, and sunburnt mirth. 0 for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim
262. oldal - 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 fairy lands forlorn. Forlorn
264. oldal - not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thon 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 I
264. oldal - warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, To what green altar,
221. oldal - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavendered, While he forth from 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 transferred From Fez ; and spicid dainties, every one, From silken
267. oldal - and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! ,/- .^',.'«' FANCY. EVER let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and
264. oldal - e'er return. V. O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thon, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou
263. oldal - she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Fast the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled ia that