The Letters and Poems of John Keats, 2-3권Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... DREAM XIV . " IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR ENGLISH MUST BE CHAIN'D " · 283 283 · • 284 285 285 286 XV . " THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE ! " • • XVI . " I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE ! - AYE , LOVE ! " XVII . HIS LAST SONNET ...
... DREAM XIV . " IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR ENGLISH MUST BE CHAIN'D " · 283 283 · • 284 285 285 286 XV . " THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE ! " • • XVI . " I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE ! - AYE , LOVE ! " XVII . HIS LAST SONNET ...
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... dreaming . O brightest though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing lyre , When holy were the haunted forest boughs , Holy the air , the water , and the fire ; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy ...
... dreaming . O brightest though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the fond believing lyre , When holy were the haunted forest boughs , Holy the air , the water , and the fire ; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy ...
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... still stream , Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : -do I wake or sleep ? ON A GRECIAN URN . HOU still unravish'd bride of ΙΟ ODES .
... still stream , Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next valley - glades : Was it a vision , or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : -do I wake or sleep ? ON A GRECIAN URN . HOU still unravish'd bride of ΙΟ ODES .
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... embroider'd with dim dreams ; My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er With flowers , and stirring shades , and baffled beams : The morn was clouded , but no shower fell , Tho ' in her lids hung the sweet tears of 14 ODES .
... embroider'd with dim dreams ; My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er With flowers , and stirring shades , and baffled beams : The morn was clouded , but no shower fell , Tho ' in her lids hung the sweet tears of 14 ODES .
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... dream . I come I see thee , as thou standest there , Beckon me not into the wintry air . " Ah ! dearest love , sweet home of all my fears , And hopes , and joys , and panting miseries , — To - night , if I may guess , thy beauty wears A ...
... dream . I come I see thee , as thou standest there , Beckon me not into the wintry air . " Ah ! dearest love , sweet home of all my fears , And hopes , and joys , and panting miseries , — To - night , if I may guess , thy beauty wears A ...
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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.