The Letters and Poems of John Keats, 2-3권Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
도서 본문에서
35개의 결과 중 1 - 5개
5 페이지
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
7 페이지
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
13 페이지
... cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting , and pleasure's wreath no flower : O , why did ye not melt , and leave my sense Unhaunted quite of all but - nothingness ? III . A third ...
... cloud of summer - indolence Benumb'd my eyes ; my pulse grew less and less ; Pain had no sting , and pleasure's wreath no flower : O , why did ye not melt , and leave my sense Unhaunted quite of all but - nothingness ? III . A third ...
15 페이지
... clouds , and never more return ! THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . T ( UNFINISHED . ) PON a Sabbath - day it fell ; Twice holy was the Sabbath - bell , That call'd the folk to evening prayer ; The city streets were clean and fair From wholesome ...
... clouds , and never more return ! THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . T ( UNFINISHED . ) PON a Sabbath - day it fell ; Twice holy was the Sabbath - bell , That call'd the folk to evening prayer ; The city streets were clean and fair From wholesome ...
47 페이지
... clouds Might spread beneath as o'er the stars of heaven . So old the place was , I remember'd none The like upon the earth : what I had seen Of grey cathedrals , buttress'd walls , rent towers , The superannuations of sunk realms , Or ...
... clouds Might spread beneath as o'er the stars of heaven . So old the place was , I remember'd none The like upon the earth : what I had seen Of grey cathedrals , buttress'd walls , rent towers , The superannuations of sunk realms , Or ...
기타 출판본 - 모두 보기
자주 나오는 단어 및 구문
abbot aching adieu ALBERT reading arms Auranthe beauty Bertha breath bright brow Captain Castle censer CHARLES BROWN clouds Conrad Corinth dark death deep door doth dream Duke ears earth Emperor Empress Maud Enceladus Enter ALBERT Enter GERSA Enter LUDOLPH Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fair lady Farewell father fear feet flowers fool gentle Glocester golden Gonfred hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry the Fowler honour hour Hungarian Hyperion Imaus King lady Lamia lips look look'd lord Lycius moan morn mortal noble o'er Otho pain pale pass'd Physician pity poor Prince prythee Saturn SCENE seem'd shade Sigifred silent sire sleep soft sorrow soul spirit stars Stephen sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thought to-day tongue touch'd trembling turn'd twas vext voice weep whisper wine wings words
인기 인용구
10 페이지 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
91 페이지 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
5 페이지 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
8 페이지 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
9 페이지 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
100 페이지 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
7 페이지 - By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
102 페이지 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
105 페이지 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found, In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
103 페이지 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.