 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 ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal...  The Poetical Works of John Keats - Страница 5по John Keats - 1871 - 349 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1818 - 622 страници
...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 ; &c. &c.' — pp. 3, 4. Here it is clear that the word, and not the idea, moon produce! the simple... | |
 | 1818 - 606 страници
...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 ; &c. &c." — pp. 3, 4. Here it is clear that the word, and not the idea, moon produces the simple... | |
 | 1819 - 630 страници
...'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; &c. &c.' — pp. 3, 4. Here it is clear that the word, and not the idea, moon produces the simple sheep... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : I we» meek and bold 5. And from that hour won Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon. The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 страници
...season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is ihe grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty...from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essence* For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as... | |
 | 1839 - 446 страници
...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...immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Keats' Eudymwn. The Earth produces a sufficiency for its inhabitants. It is ascertained that, with... | |
 | 1840 - 528 страници
...whispers him so pantingly and close ? Peona, his sweet sister : of all those, His friends, the dearest — Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour : no, even as the trees — to entice My stumbling down the monstrous precipice — No higher bard than simple maidenhood,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 страници
...make 'Gainst the hot season : the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose bloonuAnd such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead ; lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unlo us... | |
 | 1845 - 260 страници
...'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with the sprinkling affair musk-rose, blooms : And such, too, is the grandeur of the dooms We have...immortal drink Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink." This is the rich imagery of one whose soul was susceptible of the faintest and most delicate of her... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 страници
...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 ; All lovely tajes that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto UB from the... | |
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