The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Том 4Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... memory must share such pain in the contemplation of his agony of soul . But you who love him having known , and we who love him un- known except by faith in what is written , must alike rejoice in the good hap that has preserved , for ...
... memory must share such pain in the contemplation of his agony of soul . But you who love him having known , and we who love him un- known except by faith in what is written , must alike rejoice in the good hap that has preserved , for ...
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... some of those who knew her personally have no doubt whatever . 2 In the original , isle , with a small i , and in the same line extasies . proud of my memory - but I have lov'd the 158 LETTERS TO FANNY BRAWNE . XVIII 99.
... some of those who knew her personally have no doubt whatever . 2 In the original , isle , with a small i , and in the same line extasies . proud of my memory - but I have lov'd the 158 LETTERS TO FANNY BRAWNE . XVIII 99.
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... memory - but I have lov'd the principle of beauty in all things , and if I had had time I would have made myself remember'd . " Thoughts like these came very feebly whilst I was in health and every pulse beat for you - now you divide ...
... memory - but I have lov'd the principle of beauty in all things , and if I had had time I would have made myself remember'd . " Thoughts like these came very feebly whilst I was in health and every pulse beat for you - now you divide ...
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... Memory if that would be any relief to me . No ' twould not . I will be as obstinate as a Robin , I will not sing in a cage . Health is my ex- pected heaven and you are the Houri - this word I It can scarcely be doubtful that the ...
... Memory if that would be any relief to me . No ' twould not . I will be as obstinate as a Robin , I will not sing in a cage . Health is my ex- pected heaven and you are the Houri - this word I It can scarcely be doubtful that the ...
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... memory . These Laughers , who do not like you , who envy you for your Beauty , who would have God - bless'd me from you for ever : who were plying me with disencouragements with respect to you eternally . People are revengeful - do not ...
... memory . These Laughers , who do not like you , who envy you for your Beauty , who would have God - bless'd me from you for ever : who were plying me with disencouragements with respect to you eternally . People are revengeful - do not ...
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Страница 291 - 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; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Страница 242 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Страница 243 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. 'Thou art become as one of us...
Страница 241 - A pardlike spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked; — a Power Girt round with weakness; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Страница 233 - Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; — the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.
Страница 231 - To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.
Страница 291 - Mnemosyne was straying in the world ; Far from her moon had Phoebe wandered ; And many else were free to roam abroad, But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways ; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
Страница 245 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Страница 290 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun ; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Страница 237 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais ! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art...