The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 64
... cold springs had run To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass ; Man's voice was on the mountains ; and the mass Of nature's lives and wonders pulsed tenfold , To feel this sunrise and its glories old . Now while the silent workings ...
... cold springs had run To warm their chilliest bubbles in the grass ; Man's voice was on the mountains ; and the mass Of nature's lives and wonders pulsed tenfold , To feel this sunrise and its glories old . Now while the silent workings ...
الصفحة 73
... cold , And shared their famished scrips . Thus all out - told Their fond imaginations , -saving him Whose eyelids curtained up their jewels dim , Endymion : yet hourly had he striven To hide the cankering venom , that had riven His ...
... cold , And shared their famished scrips . Thus all out - told Their fond imaginations , -saving him Whose eyelids curtained up their jewels dim , Endymion : yet hourly had he striven To hide the cankering venom , that had riven His ...
الصفحة 93
John Keats. And elbow - deep with feverous fingering Stems the upbursting cold : a wild rose - tree Pavilions him in bloom , and he doth see A bud which snares his fancy : lo ! but now He plucks it , dips its stalk in the water : how ...
John Keats. And elbow - deep with feverous fingering Stems the upbursting cold : a wild rose - tree Pavilions him in bloom , and he doth see A bud which snares his fancy : lo ! but now He plucks it , dips its stalk in the water : how ...
الصفحة 99
... cold He had touched his forehead , he began to thread All courts and passages , where silence dead , Roused by his whispering footsteps , murmured faint : And long he traversed to and fro , to acquaint Himself with every mystery , and ...
... cold He had touched his forehead , he began to thread All courts and passages , where silence dead , Roused by his whispering footsteps , murmured faint : And long he traversed to and fro , to acquaint Himself with every mystery , and ...
الصفحة 101
... cold thrill . But ' twas not long ; for , sweeter than the rill To its old channel , or a swollen tide To margin sallows , where the leaves he spied , And flowers , and wreaths , and ready myrtle crowns Up heaping through the slab ...
... cold thrill . But ' twas not long ; for , sweeter than the rill To its old channel , or a swollen tide To margin sallows , where the leaves he spied , And flowers , and wreaths , and ready myrtle crowns Up heaping through the slab ...
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الصفحة 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
الصفحة 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
الصفحة 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 347 - 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.
الصفحة 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
الصفحة 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
الصفحة 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
الصفحة 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
الصفحة 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
الصفحة 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.