The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 oldal |
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159. oldal
... ALBERT , a Knight , favoured by Otho . SIGIFRED , an Officer , friend of Ludolph . THEODORE , GONFRED , } Officers . ETHELBERT , an Abbot . GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights ...
... ALBERT , a Knight , favoured by Otho . SIGIFRED , an Officer , friend of Ludolph . THEODORE , GONFRED , } Officers . ETHELBERT , an Abbot . GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights ...
160. oldal
... Albert ! Auranthe . I would inquire somewhat of him : You had a letter from me touching him ? 60 No treason ' gainst his head in deed or word ! Surely you spared him at my earnest prayer ? Give me the letter it should not ex- ist ...
... Albert ! Auranthe . I would inquire somewhat of him : You had a letter from me touching him ? 60 No treason ' gainst his head in deed or word ! Surely you spared him at my earnest prayer ? Give me the letter it should not ex- ist ...
161. oldal
... Albert is quite safe ! In haste it seems . Now shall I be in the way , And wish'd with silent curses in my grave , Or side by side with ' whelmed mariners . 121 Enter ALBERT . Albert . Fair on your graces fall this early morrow ! So it ...
... Albert is quite safe ! In haste it seems . Now shall I be in the way , And wish'd with silent curses in my grave , Or side by side with ' whelmed mariners . 121 Enter ALBERT . Albert . Fair on your graces fall this early morrow ! So it ...
162. oldal
... ALBERT following . Well , hast told Auranthe our intent imperial ? Lest our rent banners , too o ' the sudden shown , Should fright her silken casements , and dismay Her household to our lack of entertain- ment . A victory ! Conrad ...
... ALBERT following . Well , hast told Auranthe our intent imperial ? Lest our rent banners , too o ' the sudden shown , Should fright her silken casements , and dismay Her household to our lack of entertain- ment . A victory ! Conrad ...
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... ALBERT advancing from the back of the Stage , whither he had hastened on hearing the cheers of the soldiery . Albert . It is young Gersa , the Hungarian prince , Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herd Of prisoners . Poor prince ...
... ALBERT advancing from the back of the Stage , whither he had hastened on hearing the cheers of the soldiery . Albert . It is young Gersa , the Hungarian prince , Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herd Of prisoners . Poor prince ...
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211. oldal - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
133. oldal - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!
143. 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: 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
154. oldal - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
143. oldal - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
143. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
39. oldal - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
125. oldal - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
230. 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, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
143. 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 Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...