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... seen among Her naked limbs the alders green ; * And that , alas ! is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so ...
... seen among Her naked limbs the alders green ; * And that , alas ! is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so ...
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... seen ; Once more been tortured with renewed life . hill : When last the wintry gusts gave over strife With the conquering sun of spring , and left the skies Warm and serene , but yet with moisten'd eyes In 3 * BOOK I. ] 33 ENDYMION .
... seen ; Once more been tortured with renewed life . hill : When last the wintry gusts gave over strife With the conquering sun of spring , and left the skies Warm and serene , but yet with moisten'd eyes In 3 * BOOK I. ] 33 ENDYMION .
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... seen love , Than be - I care not what . O.meekest dove Of heaven ! O Cynthia , ten times bright and fair ! From thy blue throne , now filling all the air , Glance but one little beam of temper'd light Into my bosom , that the dreadful ...
... seen love , Than be - I care not what . O.meekest dove Of heaven ! O Cynthia , ten times bright and fair ! From thy blue throne , now filling all the air , Glance but one little beam of temper'd light Into my bosom , that the dreadful ...
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... seen bolts of the thunder hurl'd As from thy threshold ; day by day hast been A little lower than the chilly sheen Of icy pinnacles , and dipp'dst thine arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep ...
... seen bolts of the thunder hurl'd As from thy threshold ; day by day hast been A little lower than the chilly sheen Of icy pinnacles , and dipp'dst thine arms Into the deadening ether that still charms Their marble being : now , as deep ...
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... seen Blue heaven , and a silver car , air - borne , Whose silent wheels , fresh wet from clouds of morn , Spun off a drizzling dew , -which falling chill On soft Adonis ' shoulders , made him still Nestle and turn uneasily about . Soon ...
... seen Blue heaven , and a silver car , air - borne , Whose silent wheels , fresh wet from clouds of morn , Spun off a drizzling dew , -which falling chill On soft Adonis ' shoulders , made him still Nestle and turn uneasily about . Soon ...
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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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Page 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.
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 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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 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.
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 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...
Page 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...