The Letters and Poems of John Keats, 2-3±ÇDodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... green , and shadows numberless , Singest of summer in full - throated ease . O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal ...
... green , and shadows numberless , Singest of summer in full - throated ease . O for a draught of vintage , that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep - delved earth , Tasting of Flora and the country - green , Dance , and Provençal ...
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... green altar , O mysterious priest , Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies , And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea - shore , Or mountain - built with peaceful citadel , Is emptied of its ...
... green altar , O mysterious priest , Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies , And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea - shore , Or mountain - built with peaceful citadel , Is emptied of its ...
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... green shades return ; And they were strange to me , as may betide With vases , to one deep in Phidian lore . II . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot ...
... green shades return ; And they were strange to me , as may betide With vases , to one deep in Phidian lore . II . How is it , Shadows ! that I knew ye not ? How came ye muffled in so hush a mask ? Was it a silent deep - disguised plot ...
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... green , vallies cold , Of the green thorny bloomless hedge , Of rivers new THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 15 THE EVE OF SAINT MARK.
... green , vallies cold , Of the green thorny bloomless hedge , Of rivers new THE EVE OF SAINT MARK . 15 THE EVE OF SAINT MARK.
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10 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.