The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Том 1Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... Soft dimpled hands , white neck , and creamy breast , Are things on which the dazzled senses rest Till the fond fixed eyes forget they stare . This is all more or less hysterical ; and , with all its obvious charm for young people , so ...
... Soft dimpled hands , white neck , and creamy breast , Are things on which the dazzled senses rest Till the fond fixed eyes forget they stare . This is all more or less hysterical ; and , with all its obvious charm for young people , so ...
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... soft - toned II 261 leaden - eyed 3 8 fair - spaced 29 273 PSYCHE ISABELLA inspired St. Line FANCY rich - ored XIV 8 Dulcet - eyed 43 - 81 Paled XVII 4 " Bards of Passion " pined LXIII I Double - lived 4 EVE OF ST . AGNES 40 HYPERION ...
... soft - toned II 261 leaden - eyed 3 8 fair - spaced 29 273 PSYCHE ISABELLA inspired St. Line FANCY rich - ored XIV 8 Dulcet - eyed 43 - 81 Paled XVII 4 " Bards of Passion " pined LXIII I Double - lived 4 EVE OF ST . AGNES 40 HYPERION ...
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... soft embalmer of the still midnight , O Solitude ! if I must with thee dwell , O Sorrow , ... ... O sovereign power of love ! O grief ! O balm ! O that a week could be an age , and we O that the earth were empty , as when Cain O thou ...
... soft embalmer of the still midnight , O Solitude ! if I must with thee dwell , O Sorrow , ... ... O sovereign power of love ! O grief ! O balm ! O that a week could be an age , and we O that the earth were empty , as when Cain O thou ...
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... soft [ foot - note ] ... Old Meg she was a Gipsy , ... One morn before me were three figures seen , Over the Hill and over the Dale , Pensive they sit , and roll their languid eyes , ... Physician Nature ! let my spirit blood ! Read me ...
... soft [ foot - note ] ... Old Meg she was a Gipsy , ... One morn before me were three figures seen , Over the Hill and over the Dale , Pensive they sit , and roll their languid eyes , ... Physician Nature ! let my spirit blood ! Read me ...
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... soft voic'd and young , and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these , And I shall ever bless my ...
... soft voic'd and young , and gay , In woven baskets bringing ears of corn , Roses , and pinks , and violets , to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May . But there are left delights as high as these , And I shall ever bless my ...
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Страница 365 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Страница 75 - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Страница 365 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Страница 352 - 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...
Страница 76 - Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by : E'en like the passage of an angel's...
Страница 83 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Страница 122 - Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
Страница 353 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal— a new birth...
Страница 136 - ... unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea...
Страница 135 - And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping ; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown — By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king!