The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Bände 1-2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and , if the seal is set Here , on one fountain of a mourning mind , Break it not thou ! Too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full , if thou returnest home , xxviii MEMOIR .
... sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and , if the seal is set Here , on one fountain of a mourning mind , Break it not thou ! Too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full , if thou returnest home , xxviii MEMOIR .
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... sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft - sighing lute Wild strains to which , spell - bound , the nightin- gales listen'd ! The wondering spirits of Heaven were mute , And tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft ...
... sorrow and anguish . There , oft would he bring from his soft - sighing lute Wild strains to which , spell - bound , the nightin- gales listen'd ! The wondering spirits of Heaven were mute , And tears ' mong the dewdrops of morning oft ...
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... sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetness comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance around me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From ...
... sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile thy sweetness comforts borrow : Thy heaven - born radiance around me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head ! Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain , From ...
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... sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscured that eye , Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy fair morning ...
... sorrow - son of misery ! How soon the film of death obscured that eye , Whence Genius mildly flash'd , and high debate . How soon that voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy fair morning ...
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John Keats John Gilmer Speed. O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent ...
John Keats John Gilmer Speed. O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are tinged with a resplendent ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss last eve leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal Naiad never night nought numbers o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill Ring-doves rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars strange streams summer sweet tears TEIGNMOUTH tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 243 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Seite 73 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Seite 76 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Seite 246 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Seite xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Seite 248 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft ? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind : Dulcet-eyed as Ceres...
Seite 194 - The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy ! O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!
Seite 196 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Seite 81 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Seite 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.