The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, Partes 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth ; Be still a symbol of immensity ; A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling the space between ; An unknown - but no more : we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads , lowly ...
... Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth ; Be still a symbol of immensity ; A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling the space between ; An unknown - but no more : we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads , lowly ...
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... give My eyes at once to death : but ' t was to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count The moments , by some greedy help that seem'd A second self , that each might be ...
... give My eyes at once to death : but ' t was to live , To take in draughts of life from the gold fount Of kind and passionate looks ; to count , and count The moments , by some greedy help that seem'd A second self , that each might be ...
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... give a pang to jealous misery , Worse than the torment's self : but rather tie Large wings upon my shoulders , and point out My love's far dwelling . Though the playful rout Of Cupids shun thee , too divine art thou , Too keen in beauty ...
... give a pang to jealous misery , Worse than the torment's self : but rather tie Large wings upon my shoulders , and point out My love's far dwelling . Though the playful rout Of Cupids shun thee , too divine art thou , Too keen in beauty ...
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... give most unrest ; That things of delicate and tenderest worth Are swallow'd all , and made a seared dearth , By one consuming flame : it doth immerse And suffocate true blessings in a curse . Half - happy , by comparison of bliss , Is ...
... give most unrest ; That things of delicate and tenderest worth Are swallow'd all , and made a seared dearth , By one consuming flame : it doth immerse And suffocate true blessings in a curse . Half - happy , by comparison of bliss , Is ...
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... walk'd Unto the clover - sward , and she has talk'd Full soothingly to every nested finch : Rise , Cupids ! or we'll give the blue - bell pinch To your dimpled arms . Once more sweet life begin 52 [ BOOK II . ENDYMION .
... walk'd Unto the clover - sward , and she has talk'd Full soothingly to every nested finch : Rise , Cupids ! or we'll give the blue - bell pinch To your dimpled arms . Once more sweet life begin 52 [ BOOK II . ENDYMION .
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice warm weep whence whispering wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Página 104 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 114 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 107 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 109 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Página 38 - Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
Página 64 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Página 115 - While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Página 129 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory...
Página 110 - 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...