The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310 Seiten |
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... tiptoe for a flight ; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . " And ( a few lines farther on ) we come INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . II.
... tiptoe for a flight ; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings . " And ( a few lines farther on ) we come INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . II.
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... o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim To picture out the quaint and curious bending Of a ...
... o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim To picture out the quaint and curious bending Of a ...
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... tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings , Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a I STOOD TIPTOE . 37.
... tiptoe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white , And taper fingers catching at all things , To bind them all about with tiny rings , Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a I STOOD TIPTOE . 37.
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... o'er their pebbly beds ; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads , Staying their wavy bodies ' gainst the streams , To taste the luxury of sunny beams Tempered with coolness . How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight ...
... o'er their pebbly beds ; Where swarms of minnows show their little heads , Staying their wavy bodies ' gainst the streams , To taste the luxury of sunny beams Tempered with coolness . How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight ...
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... O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ...
... O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ...
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Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold bliss bosom bower breast breath bright Carian charm chidden clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight dewy dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Endymion eyes face faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre Mermaid Tavern moon morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passed passion pleasant poet Porphyro rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper 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...