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... summer evening To G. A. W. To " PAGE TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES • • " O SOLITUDE ! IF I MUST WITH THee dwell " OH ! HOW I LOVE , ON A FAIR SUMMER'S EVE " . TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A LAUREL CROWN 67 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR ...
... summer evening To G. A. W. To " PAGE TO A FRIEND WHO SENT ME SOME ROSES • • " O SOLITUDE ! IF I MUST WITH THee dwell " OH ! HOW I LOVE , ON A FAIR SUMMER'S EVE " . TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A LAUREL CROWN 67 WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR ...
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... summer of 1818 , at the house of Mr. Dilke , in Hampstead , where the Dilkes were temporar- ily residing . He appears to have seen something of her during the autumn and winter , though there is no mention of her in his letters until ...
... summer of 1818 , at the house of Mr. Dilke , in Hampstead , where the Dilkes were temporar- ily residing . He appears to have seen something of her during the autumn and winter , though there is no mention of her in his letters until ...
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John Keats John Gilmer Speed. be well . It was in the summer of 1819 that he wrote the first of the published letters to her , the one addressed to " My dearest lady , " from Shanklin , in July , 1819 . The spring brought better health ...
John Keats John Gilmer Speed. be well . It was in the summer of 1819 that he wrote the first of the published letters to her , the one addressed to " My dearest lady , " from Shanklin , in July , 1819 . The spring brought better health ...
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... summer of 1820 , Keats had another attack of spitting of blood , and returned to Went- worth Place , where he was nursed by Fanny Brawne and her mother . He grew worse , however , and was advised to go to Italy . Severn agreed to go ...
... summer of 1820 , Keats had another attack of spitting of blood , and returned to Went- worth Place , where he was nursed by Fanny Brawne and her mother . He grew worse , however , and was advised to go to Italy . Severn agreed to go ...
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... summer nights the dews bestow , And summer suns enrich the day , Thy notes the blossoms charm to blow , Each opes delighted at thy lay . So when in youth the eye's dark glance Speaks pleasure from its circle bright , The tones of love ...
... summer nights the dews bestow , And summer suns enrich the day , Thy notes the blossoms charm to blow , Each opes delighted at thy lay . So when in youth the eye's dark glance Speaks pleasure from its circle bright , The tones of love ...
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anon Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy hast heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nought numbers nymphs o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit strange streams summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou wast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 68 - 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 when with eagle eyes He...
Seite 241 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Seite 74 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Seite xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Seite 244 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Seite 192 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers: the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy!
Seite 194 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Seite 79 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Seite 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe 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.
Seite 73 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing...