The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256 من الصفحات |
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... streams that deepen freshly into bowers . Many and many a verse I hope to write , Before the daisies , vermeil rimm'd and white , Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas , I must be near the ...
... streams that deepen freshly into bowers . Many and many a verse I hope to write , Before the daisies , vermeil rimm'd and white , Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas , I must be near the ...
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... streams , — Guarding his forehead , with her round elbow , From low - grown branches , and his footsteps slow From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small ; Until they came to where these streamlets fall , With mingled bubblings and a ...
... streams , — Guarding his forehead , with her round elbow , From low - grown branches , and his footsteps slow From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small ; Until they came to where these streamlets fall , With mingled bubblings and a ...
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... stream that creeps Windingly by it , so the quiet maid Held her in peace : so that a whispering blade Of grass , a wailful gnat , a bee bustling Down in the blue - bells , or a wren light rustling Among sere leaves and twigs , might all ...
... stream that creeps Windingly by it , so the quiet maid Held her in peace : so that a whispering blade Of grass , a wailful gnat , a bee bustling Down in the blue - bells , or a wren light rustling Among sere leaves and twigs , might all ...
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... And towers of amethyst , -would I so tease My pleasant days , because I could not mount Into those regions ? The Morphean fount Of that fine element that visions , dreams , And fitful whims of sleep are made of , streams 22 ENDYMION .
... And towers of amethyst , -would I so tease My pleasant days , because I could not mount Into those regions ? The Morphean fount Of that fine element that visions , dreams , And fitful whims of sleep are made of , streams 22 ENDYMION .
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John Keats. And fitful whims of sleep are made of , streams Into its airy channels with so subtle , So thin a breathing , not the spider's shuttle , Circled a million times within the space Of a swallow's nest - door , could delay a ...
John Keats. And fitful whims of sleep are made of , streams Into its airy channels with so subtle , So thin a breathing , not the spider's shuttle , Circled a million times within the space Of a swallow's nest - door , could delay a ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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الصفحة 209 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
الصفحة 208 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
الصفحة 216 - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
الصفحة 148 - 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 182 - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
الصفحة 215 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
الصفحة 209 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 155 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
الصفحة 157 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
الصفحة 153 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.