The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 Seiten |
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... sing . Leading the way , young damsels danced along , Bearing the burden of a shepherd's song ; Each having a white wicker , overbrimm'd With April's tender younglings : next , well trimm'd , A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks ...
... sing . Leading the way , young damsels danced along , Bearing the burden of a shepherd's song ; Each having a white wicker , overbrimm'd With April's tender younglings : next , well trimm'd , A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks ...
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... sing for thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions - be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O ...
... sing for thee ; low - creeping strawberries Their summer coolness ; pent - up butterflies Their freckled wings ; yea , the fresh - budding year All its completions - be quickly near , By every wind that nods the mountain pine , O ...
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... sing This ditty to her ! -tell her ' - So I stay'd My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name ...
... sing This ditty to her ! -tell her ' - So I stay'd My foolish tongue , and listening , half afraid , Stood stupefied with my own empty folly , And blushing for the freaks of melancholy . Salt tears were coming , when I heard my name ...
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... sing In lone Endymion's ear , now he has caught The goal of consciousness ? Ah , ' tis the thought , The deadly feel of solitude : for lo ! He cannot see the heavens , nor the flow Of rivers , nor hill - flowers running wild In pink and ...
... sing In lone Endymion's ear , now he has caught The goal of consciousness ? Ah , ' tis the thought , The deadly feel of solitude : for lo ! He cannot see the heavens , nor the flow Of rivers , nor hill - flowers running wild In pink and ...
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... sing , and loudly call For their sweet queen when lo ! the wreathed green Disparted , and far upward could be seen . Blue heaven , and a silver car , air - borne , Whose silent wheels , fresh wet from clouds of morn , Spun off a ...
... sing , and loudly call For their sweet queen when lo ! the wreathed green Disparted , and far upward could be seen . Blue heaven , and a silver car , air - borne , Whose silent wheels , fresh wet from clouds of morn , Spun off a ...
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Adieu ALPHEUS FELCH Apollo art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lute Lycius lyre melodies morn mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn 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 trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Seite 302 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 229 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 302 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 304 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Seite 322 - 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 Underneath a...
Seite 304 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain,~ While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 406 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Seite xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Seite 378 - 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.
Seite 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...