The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310 Seiten |
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... looks as deficient without thee as thy present one may do without us ; but , farewell for a while — thy heart is in our fields , and thou wilt soon be back to rejoin it . " It was otherwise arranged . The voyagers encountered a storm of ...
... looks as deficient without thee as thy present one may do without us ; but , farewell for a while — thy heart is in our fields , and thou wilt soon be back to rejoin it . " It was otherwise arranged . The voyagers encountered a storm of ...
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... look for vainly in Keats . With him , literally- " The silver flow Of Hero's tears , the swoon of Imogen , Fair Pastorella in the bandits ' den , Are things to brood on with more ardency Than the death - day of empires . " His attitude ...
... look for vainly in Keats . With him , literally- " The silver flow Of Hero's tears , the swoon of Imogen , Fair Pastorella in the bandits ' den , Are things to brood on with more ardency Than the death - day of empires . " His attitude ...
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... look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburn . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which the ...
... look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburn . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which the ...
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... look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers , wild and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair ...
... look into a forest wide , To catch a glimpse of Fauns , and Dryades , Coming with softest rustle through the trees ; And garlands woven of flowers , wild and sweet , Upheld on ivory wrists , or sporting feet : Telling us how fair ...
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... look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of light , aërial limning , And catch soft floatings from a faint - heard hymning ; To see the laurel wreath , on high suspended , That is to crown our name when life is ended ...
... look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of light , aërial limning , And catch soft floatings from a faint - heard hymning ; To see the laurel wreath , on high suspended , That is to crown our name when life is ended ...
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aged arms beauty blue breath bright charm clear close clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight doth dream ears earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green grief hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour human Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look moon morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale passed passion pleasant pleasure poor rest rose round seemed shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand took touch trees turn twas voice whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 271 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme...
Seite 269 - 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 271 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Seite 268 - 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 270 - 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...
Seite 223 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
Seite 269 - 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 61 - Made for our searching. Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils, With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms ; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead...
Seite 229 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 280 - 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...