The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 66
... Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than Leda's love , and cresses from the rill . His aged head , crowned with beechen wreath , Seemed like a poll of ivy in the teeth Of winter hoar . Then came another crowd Of shepherds ...
... Wild thyme , and valley - lilies whiter still Than Leda's love , and cresses from the rill . His aged head , crowned with beechen wreath , Seemed like a poll of ivy in the teeth Of winter hoar . Then came another crowd Of shepherds ...
الصفحة 69
... wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our farms , To keep off mildews , and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily ...
... wild - boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman : Breather round our farms , To keep off mildews , and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds , That come a - swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily ...
الصفحة 76
... wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child ; And nothing since has floated in the air So mournful strange . Surely some influence rare Went , spiritual , through the damsel's hand ; For still , with Delphic emphasis , she spanned The ...
... wild Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child ; And nothing since has floated in the air So mournful strange . Surely some influence rare Went , spiritual , through the damsel's hand ; For still , with Delphic emphasis , she spanned The ...
الصفحة 81
... hung Dew - dabbled on their stalks , the ouzel sung A heavy ditty , and the sullen day Had chidden herald Hesperus away , With leaden looks : the solitary breeze Blustered , and slept , and its wild self did 6 ENDYMION . 81.
... hung Dew - dabbled on their stalks , the ouzel sung A heavy ditty , and the sullen day Had chidden herald Hesperus away , With leaden looks : the solitary breeze Blustered , and slept , and its wild self did 6 ENDYMION . 81.
الصفحة 82
John Keats. Blustered , and slept , and its wild self did tease With wayward melancholy ; and I thought , Mark me , Peona ! that sometimes it brought Faint fare - thee - wells , and sigh - shrilled adieus ! - Away I wandered - all the ...
John Keats. Blustered , and slept , and its wild self did tease With wayward melancholy ; and I thought , Mark me , Peona ! that sometimes it brought Faint fare - thee - wells , and sigh - shrilled adieus ! - Away I wandered - all the ...
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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.