The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts, Parties 1 à 2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lovest to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And ...
... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lovest to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And ...
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... doth tighten up the golden reins , And paces leisurely down amber plains His snorting four . Now , when his chariot last Its beams against the zodiac - lion cast , There blossom'd suddenly a magic bed Of sacred dittany , and poppies red ...
... doth tighten up the golden reins , And paces leisurely down amber plains His snorting four . Now , when his chariot last Its beams against the zodiac - lion cast , There blossom'd suddenly a magic bed Of sacred dittany , and poppies red ...
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... doth scathe The gentle heart , as northern blasts do roses ; And then the ballad of his sad life closes With sighs , and an alas ! -Endymion ! Be rather in the trumpet's mouth , —anon Among the winds at large - that all may hearken ...
... doth scathe The gentle heart , as northern blasts do roses ; And then the ballad of his sad life closes With sighs , and an alas ! -Endymion ! Be rather in the trumpet's mouth , —anon Among the winds at large - that all may hearken ...
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... doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept . Feel we these things ! —that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness , and our state Is like a floating spirit's . But there are Richer entanglements , enthralments far More self ...
... doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept . Feel we these things ! —that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness , and our state Is like a floating spirit's . But there are Richer entanglements , enthralments far More self ...
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... Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' t is the cell of Echo , where she sits , And babbles thorough silence , till her wits Are gone in tender madness , and anon , Faints into sleep ...
... Doth her resign : and where her tender hands She dabbles on the cool and sluicy sands : Or ' t is the cell of Echo , where she sits , And babbles thorough silence , till her wits Are gone in tender madness , and anon , Faints into sleep ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion Iapetus immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion 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 streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Page 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.
Page 116 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Page 105 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
Page 155 - Into forgetfulness ; and, for the sage, Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage War on his temples. Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
Page 37 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 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.
Page 137 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 123 - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.
Page 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Page 36 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, 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.