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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... heads of their nobles , and those people held a rod over kings . The change for the worst in Europe was again this . The obligation of kings to the multitude began to be for- gotten . Custom had made noblemen the humble ser- vants of ...
... heads of their nobles , and those people held a rod over kings . The change for the worst in Europe was again this . The obligation of kings to the multitude began to be for- gotten . Custom had made noblemen the humble ser- vants of ...
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... head of Loch Nakeal , whence we should only have to walk half the dis- tance to Oban again and by a better road . All this is well passed and done with this singular piece of luck that there took place an intermission in the bad weather ...
... head of Loch Nakeal , whence we should only have to walk half the dis- tance to Oban again and by a better road . All this is well passed and done with this singular piece of luck that there took place an intermission in the bad weather ...
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... heads of the shortest pillars which are left as for convenient stairs . The roof is arched somewhat Gothic - wise , and the length of some of the entire pillars is fifty feet . About the island you might seat an army of men , one man on ...
... heads of the shortest pillars which are left as for convenient stairs . The roof is arched somewhat Gothic - wise , and the length of some of the entire pillars is fifty feet . About the island you might seat an army of men , one man on ...
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... heads . The doors most part black , with a little brass handle just above the keyhole , so that you may easily shut yourself out of your own house - he ! he ! There is none of your lady Bel- laston rapping and ringing here ; no ...
... heads . The doors most part black , with a little brass handle just above the keyhole , so that you may easily shut yourself out of your own house - he ! he ! There is none of your lady Bel- laston rapping and ringing here ; no ...
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... head is flattened a little . This is close muggy weather as they say at the Ale houses- I am , ever , my dear Sister , Yours affectionately John Keats - CXXII . To FANNY KEATS . Rd . Abbey's Esq . , Pancras Lane , Queen Street ...
... head is flattened a little . This is close muggy weather as they say at the Ale houses- I am , ever , my dear Sister , Yours affectionately John Keats - CXXII . To FANNY KEATS . Rd . Abbey's Esq . , Pancras Lane , Queen Street ...
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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 263 - But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Страница 241 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Страница 239 - 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 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 ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love , and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs!
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; 30 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 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 246 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near: 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.