The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a MemoirJ. Miller, 1871 - 349 páginas |
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... voice will tell On a Dream ... • • D · 338 " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd ” " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone 339 " I cry your mercy - pity - love - ay , love " 339 Keats's Last Sonnet . ... 340 THE LIFE ...
... voice will tell On a Dream ... • • D · 338 " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd ” " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone 339 " I cry your mercy - pity - love - ay , love " 339 Keats's Last Sonnet . ... 340 THE LIFE ...
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... voice was on the mountains ; and the mass Of nature's lives and wonders pulsed tenfold , To feel this sun - rise and its glories old . Now while the silent workings of the dawn Were busiest , into that self - same lawn All suddenly ...
... voice was on the mountains ; and the mass Of nature's lives and wonders pulsed tenfold , To feel this sun - rise and its glories old . Now while the silent workings of the dawn Were busiest , into that self - same lawn All suddenly ...
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... voices to the clouds , a fair - wrought car Easily rolling so as scarce to mar The freedom of three steeds of dapple brown : Who stood therein did seem of great renown Among the throng . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede ...
... voices to the clouds , a fair - wrought car Easily rolling so as scarce to mar The freedom of three steeds of dapple brown : Who stood therein did seem of great renown Among the throng . His youth was fully blown , Showing like Ganymede ...
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... voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage ...
... voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows , that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage ...
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... voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll Around the breathed boar : again I'll poll The fair grown yew - tree , for a chosen bow ...
... voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar : Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll Around the breathed boar : again I'll poll The fair grown yew - tree , for a chosen bow ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adieu Apollo art thou Bacchus beauty beneath Beneath the silence bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer clouds Corinth dark delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fancy fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips look lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-doves rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd 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 thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice warm weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Página 266 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to Poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Página 260 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed 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 257 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 35 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms "We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely...
Página 257 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Página 306 - 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.
Página 196 - Agnes' charmed maid, Rose, like a mission'd spirit, unaware: With silver taper's light, and pious care, She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. Now prepare, Young Porphyro, for gazing on that bed; She comes, she comes again, like ring-dove fray'd and fled.
Página 16 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Página 167 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 194 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem, that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...