The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 473 Seiten |
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... deep - brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez ...
... deep - brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez ...
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... deep . Soon they awoke clear - eyed : nor burnt with thirsting , Nor with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms ...
... deep . Soon they awoke clear - eyed : nor burnt with thirsting , Nor with hot fingers , nor with temples bursting : And springing up , they met the wond'ring sight Of their dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms ...
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... deep , That aye at fall of night our care condoles . This is your birth - day , Tom , and I rejoice That thus it passes smoothly , quietly : Many such eves of gently whisp'ring noise May we together pass , and calmly try What are this ...
... deep , That aye at fall of night our care condoles . This is your birth - day , Tom , and I rejoice That thus it passes smoothly , quietly : Many such eves of gently whisp'ring noise May we together pass , and calmly try What are this ...
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... deep eternal theme ! When through the old oak forest I am gone , Let me not wander in a barren dream , But when I am consumèd in the Fire , Give me new Phoenix - wings to fly at my desire . LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN SOULS of Poets ...
... deep eternal theme ! When through the old oak forest I am gone , Let me not wander in a barren dream , But when I am consumèd in the Fire , Give me new Phoenix - wings to fly at my desire . LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN SOULS of Poets ...
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... ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . 10 On the fairest time of June You may go , 70 EARLY POEMS.
... ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill ; There is no mid - forest laugh , Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight , amaz'd to hear Jesting , deep in forest drear . 10 On the fairest time of June You may go , 70 EARLY POEMS.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adieu Albert Apollo art thou Auranthe beauty BEN NEVIS bliss breath bright brow censer clouds cold Conrad Corinth dark death deep divine dost doth dream earth Emperor Enceladus Endymion Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes face faery faint fair fear feel feet flowers gentle Gersa Glocester golden Gonfred green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Hyperion Imaus kiss lady Lamia leaves light lips look look'd Lord Ludolph lute Lycius lyre melody Mnemosyne moan moon morn mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er Otho pain pale pass'd poor Prince round Saturn seem'd shade sigh Sigifred silent silver sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tongue touch'd trembling vex'd voice warm weep whisper wild wind wine wings wonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 67 - Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
Seite 251 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 241 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew ; And sure in language strange she said,
Seite 377 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Seite 221 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Seite 235 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 235 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 220 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Seite 221 - EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Seite 252 - 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...