The Poetical Works of John KeatsMacmillan, 1906 - 349 Seiten |
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... pale , and with an awed face , Among his brothers of the mountain chace . In midst of all , the venerable priest Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least , And , after lifting up his aged hands , 190 Thus spake he : ' Men of Latmos ...
... pale , and with an awed face , Among his brothers of the mountain chace . In midst of all , the venerable priest Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least , And , after lifting up his aged hands , 190 Thus spake he : ' Men of Latmos ...
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... pale , who wast so bland And merry in our meadows ? How is this ? Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! — Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm ...
... pale , who wast so bland And merry in our meadows ? How is this ? Tell me thine ailment : tell me all amiss ! — Ah ! thou hast been unhappy at the change Wrought suddenly in me . What indeed more strange ? Or more complete to overwhelm ...
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... pale , 615-16 O'erspread with crystal vines ; then weeping peas , Waving about Draft . 642-7 About her majesty , and her pale brow With turrets crown'd , which forward heavily bow Weighing her chin to the breast . Four lions draw The ...
... pale , 615-16 O'erspread with crystal vines ; then weeping peas , Waving about Draft . 642-7 About her majesty , and her pale brow With turrets crown'd , which forward heavily bow Weighing her chin to the breast . Four lions draw The ...
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... pale For one whose cheek is pale : thou dost bewail His tears , who weeps for thee . Ah ! surely that light peeps Where dost thou sigh ? from Vesper's eye , Or what a thing is love ! " Tis She , but lo ! How chang'd , how full of ache ...
... pale For one whose cheek is pale : thou dost bewail His tears , who weeps for thee . Ah ! surely that light peeps Where dost thou sigh ? from Vesper's eye , Or what a thing is love ! " Tis She , but lo ! How chang'd , how full of ache ...
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... pale laugh , and curse . " Ha ! ha ! Sir Dainty ! there must be a nurse " Made of rose leaves and thistledown , express , " To cradle thee my sweet , and lull thee : yes , " I am too flinty - hard for thy nice touch : " My tenderest ...
... pale laugh , and curse . " Ha ! ha ! Sir Dainty ! there must be a nurse " Made of rose leaves and thistledown , express , " To cradle thee my sweet , and lull thee : yes , " I am too flinty - hard for thy nice touch : " My tenderest ...
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Seite 246 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river shallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 231 - 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! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Seite 242 - Would, with his maid Marian, 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, 20 And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Seite 222 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 245 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Seite 227 - Tis dark; the iced gusts still rave and beat: "No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost, with sick, unpruned wing.
Seite 223 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 58 - We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences • For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite...
Seite 231 - 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...
Seite 249 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.