The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13
... Calidore : A Fragment , 282 To some Ladies , on receiving a curious Shell , 288 On receiving a Copy of Verses from the same Ladies , 289 Το 291 To Hope , 293 Imitation of Spenser , 295 CONTENTS . PAGE " Woman ! When I behold thee.
... Calidore : A Fragment , 282 To some Ladies , on receiving a curious Shell , 288 On receiving a Copy of Verses from the same Ladies , 289 Το 291 To Hope , 293 Imitation of Spenser , 295 CONTENTS . PAGE " Woman ! When I behold thee.
الصفحة 14
... ! If I must with thee Dwell , " 341 " How many Bards gild the Lapses of Time , " 342 To G. A. W. , 342 Written on the Day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison , 343 To my Brother , 344 CONTENTS . XV PAGE Addressed to Haydon , 344 The Xiv.
... ! If I must with thee Dwell , " 341 " How many Bards gild the Lapses of Time , " 342 To G. A. W. , 342 Written on the Day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison , 343 To my Brother , 344 CONTENTS . XV PAGE Addressed to Haydon , 344 The Xiv.
الصفحة 35
... thee , my song should die away Content as theirs , Rich in the simple worship of a day . " And yet , after all , the Preface which did appear was in the main deprecatory and with no " undersong of disre- spect for the public ; " and ...
... thee , my song should die away Content as theirs , Rich in the simple worship of a day . " And yet , after all , the Preface which did appear was in the main deprecatory and with no " undersong of disre- spect for the public ; " and ...
الصفحة 68
... thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their ...
... thee , how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their ...
الصفحة 69
... thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the ... thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells , And , being hidden , laugh at their out - peeping ; Or to delight thee with ...
... thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the ... thee to tumble into Naiads ' cells , And , being hidden , laugh at their out - peeping ; Or to delight thee with ...
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beauty beneath bliss bound in Morocco bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death delight dost doth dream ears earth Elegantly Endymion Engravings eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle gilt and gilt gilt edges Goddess golden green grief hand happy hast heart heaven Hyperion JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melodies morning Morocco Antique mortal Muse muslin Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling Turkey Morocco twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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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.