The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 oldal |
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... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
... Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human ...
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... thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? given ; It had not created a warmer emotion Than the present , fair nymphs , I was blest with ...
... thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is ? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing ? And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? given ; It had not created a warmer emotion Than the present , fair nymphs , I was blest with ...
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... thou art crown'd ; As the sky - searching lark , and as elate . Minion of grandeur ! think you he did wait ? Think you he nought but prison - walls did see , Till , so unwilling , thou unturn'dst the key ? Ah , no ! far happier , nobler ...
... thou art crown'd ; As the sky - searching lark , and as elate . Minion of grandeur ! think you he did wait ? Think you he nought but prison - walls did see , Till , so unwilling , thou unturn'dst the key ? Ah , no ! far happier , nobler ...
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... Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand , And quickly forward spring The Passions- a terrific band . And each vibrates the string That with its tyrant temper best accords , While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words . A ...
... Thou biddest Shakspeare wave his hand , And quickly forward spring The Passions- a terrific band . And each vibrates the string That with its tyrant temper best accords , While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words . A ...
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... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
... thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindness , And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindness To those who strove with the bright golden wing Of genius , to flap away each sting Thrown by the pitiless world . We next could tell Of those ...
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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...