The Poetical Works of John KeatsWalter Scott, 24 Warwick lane, Paternoster row, and Newcastle-on-Tyne., 1886 - 310 oldal |
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16. oldal
... I am a weaver boy to them , " and yet Cowden Clarke could say of him , " Had he been born in squalor he would have emerged a gentleman . " Byron was wide of his mark for all that - it was not the " 16 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
... I am a weaver boy to them , " and yet Cowden Clarke could say of him , " Had he been born in squalor he would have emerged a gentleman . " Byron was wide of his mark for all that - it was not the " 16 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
19. oldal
... I am a weaver boy to them , " and yet Cowden Clarke could say of him , " Had he been born in squalor he would have emerged a gentleman . " Byron was wide of his mark for all that - it was not the " 16 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
... I am a weaver boy to them , " and yet Cowden Clarke could say of him , " Had he been born in squalor he would have emerged a gentleman . " Byron was wide of his mark for all that - it was not the " 16 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
31. oldal
... wide , still reservoir , fed by run- lets of history , politics , science , philosophy , and religion , as well as by the up - wellings of imagina- tion - which may be regarded as a picture of the poetry we associate with the name of ...
... wide , still reservoir , fed by run- lets of history , politics , science , philosophy , and religion , as well as by the up - wellings of imagina- tion - which may be regarded as a picture of the poetry we associate with the name of ...
36. oldal
... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
40. oldal
... wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers , wild and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx fled ...
... wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers , wild and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx fled ...
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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