The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Bände 1-2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb . What Adonais is , why fear we to become ? " Only a few years later the heart of Shelley him- self was buried a little above the grave of Keats in the newer burying - ground . The faithful ...
... wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb . What Adonais is , why fear we to become ? " Only a few years later the heart of Shelley him- self was buried a little above the grave of Keats in the newer burying - ground . The faithful ...
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... wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : Round which is heard a spring - head of clear ...
... wind Upon their summer thrones ; there too should be The frequent chequer of a youngling tree , That with a score of light green brethren shoots From the quaint mossiness of aged roots : Round which is heard a spring - head of clear ...
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... wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips I Another version : : - Floating through space with ever - living eye , The crowned queen of ocean and the ...
... wind to realms of wonderment ; What Psyche felt , and Love , when their full lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips I Another version : : - Floating through space with ever - living eye , The crowned queen of ocean and the ...
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... wind . Along the reedy stream ! a half - heard strain , Full of sweet desolation . balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space ...
... wind . Along the reedy stream ! a half - heard strain , Full of sweet desolation . balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o'er the untainted spring In some delicious ramble , he had found A little space ...
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... wind of summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower , And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk - rose blowing In a green island , far from all men's ...
... wind of summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower , And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk - rose blowing In a green island , far from all men's ...
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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.