The Poetical Works of John KeatsMacmillan, 1906 - 349 Seiten |
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... tree , where he remained between two and three hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he soon put together in the form of this Ode . " The anecdote as told in the Life , Letters , & c . ( Volume ...
... tree , where he remained between two and three hours . He then reached the house with some scraps of paper in his hand , which he soon put together in the form of this Ode . " The anecdote as told in the Life , Letters , & c . ( Volume ...
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... its only joy- E'en so the words of love beguile When Pleasure's tree no flower bears , And draw a soft endearing smile Amid the gloom of grief and tears . From the same George Keats scrap - book a sonnet INTRODUCTION liii.
... its only joy- E'en so the words of love beguile When Pleasure's tree no flower bears , And draw a soft endearing smile Amid the gloom of grief and tears . From the same George Keats scrap - book a sonnet INTRODUCTION liii.
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... time , when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . POEMS " Places of nestling green for Poets made . Dedication To Leigh Hunt,
... time , when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please With these poor offerings , a man like thee . POEMS " Places of nestling green for Poets made . Dedication To Leigh Hunt,
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... tree , 40 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 waters Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters The spreading blue - bells : it may ...
... tree , 40 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 waters Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters The spreading blue - bells : it may ...
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... trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx fled Arcadian Pan , with such a fearful dread . 150 160 Poor nymph , -poor Pan , -how he did ...
... trees ; And garlands woven of flowers wild , and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair , trembling Syrinx fled Arcadian Pan , with such a fearful dread . 150 160 Poor nymph , -poor Pan , -how he did ...
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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.