The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Band 2Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... dark vapors have oppress'd our plains " ] ... 216 Sonnet written on a Blank Space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe Sonnet to Haydon with the following Sonnet on seeing the Elgin Marbles Sonnet on a Picture of ...
... dark vapors have oppress'd our plains " ] ... 216 Sonnet written on a Blank Space at the end of Chaucer's Tale of The Floure and the Lefe Sonnet to Haydon with the following Sonnet on seeing the Elgin Marbles Sonnet on a Picture of ...
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... Dark Eyes by John Hamilton Reynolds 568 XI . Sonnet by Ronsard ... ... ... ... 569 ... 570 XII . La Belle Dame Sans Mercy : a paper by Leigh Hunt , from The Indicator ILLUSTRATIONS TO VOLUME II . Portrait of Keats : engraved by C. Wass ...
... Dark Eyes by John Hamilton Reynolds 568 XI . Sonnet by Ronsard ... ... ... ... 569 ... 570 XII . La Belle Dame Sans Mercy : a paper by Leigh Hunt , from The Indicator ILLUSTRATIONS TO VOLUME II . Portrait of Keats : engraved by C. Wass ...
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... dark veins , that none but feet divine Could e'er have touch'd there . Sounds Æolian Breath'd from the hinges , as the ample span Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown Some time to any , but those two alone , 385 And a few Persian ...
... dark veins , that none but feet divine Could e'er have touch'd there . Sounds Æolian Breath'd from the hinges , as the ample span Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown Some time to any , but those two alone , 385 And a few Persian ...
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... dark veins to swell . Fine was the mitigated fury , like Apollo's presence when in act to strike 75 The serpent - Ha , the serpent ! certes , she Was none . She burnt , she lov'd the tyranny , 80 ( 81 ) In the manuscript , in place of ...
... dark veins to swell . Fine was the mitigated fury , like Apollo's presence when in act to strike 75 The serpent - Ha , the serpent ! certes , she Was none . She burnt , she lov'd the tyranny , 80 ( 81 ) In the manuscript , in place of ...
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... dark : Half - ignorant , they turn'd an easy wheel , That set sharp racks at work , to pinch and peel . XVI . Why were they proud ? Because their marble founts Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears ? - Why were they proud ...
... dark : Half - ignorant , they turn'd an easy wheel , That set sharp racks at work , to pinch and peel . XVI . Why were they proud ? Because their marble founts Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears ? - Why were they proud ...
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Seite 132 - 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 sallows, 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 106 - 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!
Seite 110 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 111 - 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 106 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 132 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Seite 104 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 37 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Seite 107 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 87 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.