The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeJ. Miller, 1854 - 415 Seiten |
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... ! That love should be my bane ! Ah , Scylla fair ! Why did poor Glaucus ever - ever dare To sue thee to his heart ? Kind stranger - youth ! I loved her to the very white of truth , • And she would not conceive it . Timid thing 92 ENDYMION .
... ! That love should be my bane ! Ah , Scylla fair ! Why did poor Glaucus ever - ever dare To sue thee to his heart ? Kind stranger - youth ! I loved her to the very white of truth , • And she would not conceive it . Timid thing 92 ENDYMION .
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... Scylla quite forgot ? " Who could resist ? Who in this universe ? She did so breathe ambrosia ; so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime . She took me like a child of suckling time , And cradled me in roses . Thus condemn'd , The ...
... Scylla quite forgot ? " Who could resist ? Who in this universe ? She did so breathe ambrosia ; so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime . She took me like a child of suckling time , And cradled me in roses . Thus condemn'd , The ...
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... Scylla o'er the billows rude . For as Apollo each eve doth devise A new apparelling for western skies ; So every eve , nay , every spendthrift hour Shed balmy consciousness within that bower . And I was free of haunts umbrageous ; Could ...
... Scylla o'er the billows rude . For as Apollo each eve doth devise A new apparelling for western skies ; So every eve , nay , every spendthrift hour Shed balmy consciousness within that bower . And I was free of haunts umbrageous ; Could ...
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... Scylla ! Cursed , cursed Circe ! O vulture - witch , hast never heard of mercy ! Could not thy harshest vengeance be content , But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? -Cold , O cold indeed Were her fair limbs , and ...
... Scylla ! Cursed , cursed Circe ! O vulture - witch , hast never heard of mercy ! Could not thy harshest vengeance be content , But thou must nip this tender innocent Because I loved her ? -Cold , O cold indeed Were her fair limbs , and ...
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... Scylla in a niche and fled . My fever'd parchings up , my scathing dread Met palsy half way : soon these limbs became Gaunt , wither'd , sapless , feeble , cramp'd , and lame . " Now let me pass a cruel , cruel space , Without one hope ...
... Scylla in a niche and fled . My fever'd parchings up , my scathing dread Met palsy half way : soon these limbs became Gaunt , wither'd , sapless , feeble , cramp'd , and lame . " Now let me pass a cruel , cruel space , Without one hope ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth