The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 Seiten |
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... WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON TO HOPE . ODE TO APOLLO HYMN TO APOLLO LAUREL CROWN · To A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A • · SONNET : HOW MANY BARDS GILD THE LAPSES OF TIME ' • SONNET : KEEN , FITFUL GUSTS ARE WHISP'RING ...
... WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON TO HOPE . ODE TO APOLLO HYMN TO APOLLO LAUREL CROWN · To A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A • · SONNET : HOW MANY BARDS GILD THE LAPSES OF TIME ' • SONNET : KEEN , FITFUL GUSTS ARE WHISP'RING ...
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... WRITTEN ON A BLANK PAGE IN BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER'S WORKS BETWEEN CUPID'S REVENGE ' AND THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN ' FRAGMENT : WELCOME JOY AND WEL- COME SORROW ' WHAT THE THRUSH SAID IN ANSWER TO A SONNET ENDING THUS : ' Dark eyes are dearer ...
... WRITTEN ON A BLANK PAGE IN BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER'S WORKS BETWEEN CUPID'S REVENGE ' AND THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN ' FRAGMENT : WELCOME JOY AND WEL- COME SORROW ' WHAT THE THRUSH SAID IN ANSWER TO A SONNET ENDING THUS : ' Dark eyes are dearer ...
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... WRITTEN IN SICK- LINES WRITTEN IN THE HIGHLANDS AFTER A VISIT TO BURNS'S COUNTRY 246 MRS . CAMERON AND BEN NEVIS 247 NESS • · ON OXFORD TO A CAT . 1. CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE 2. THE SAME . 3. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 4. THE SAME . 5. GEORGE ...
... WRITTEN IN SICK- LINES WRITTEN IN THE HIGHLANDS AFTER A VISIT TO BURNS'S COUNTRY 246 MRS . CAMERON AND BEN NEVIS 247 NESS • · ON OXFORD TO A CAT . 1. CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE 2. THE SAME . 3. JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 4. THE SAME . 5. GEORGE ...
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... written in the autumn of 1813 , and his last sonnet was composed in the autumn of 1820 , his poetical career was seven years long . Within that time he composed the verses included in this volume , yet by far the largest portion may be ...
... written in the autumn of 1813 , and his last sonnet was composed in the autumn of 1820 , his poetical career was seven years long . Within that time he composed the verses included in this volume , yet by far the largest portion may be ...
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... written when he was of the same age one descries a profounder consciousness of human personality and a deeper sense of elemental relations , one is aware also of longer stretches of purely descriptive verse ; with Keats there is an ...
... written when he was of the same age one descries a profounder consciousness of human personality and a deeper sense of elemental relations , one is aware also of longer stretches of purely descriptive verse ; with Keats there is an ...
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Seite 211 - Drowsed 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 133 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!
Seite 143 - 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 154 - 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 143 - 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 143 - 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 39 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Seite 125 - 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 230 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
Seite 143 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...