The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 799È£1874 |
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... leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the ...
... leaves , Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety ; For round the ...
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... leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever ...
... leaves me may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne . What next ? A tuft of evening primroses , O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes ; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever ...
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... remembrance of thy quick pursuit , Let me be made a reed , and ever mute , Nod to the water's fall , whilst every blast Sings through my slender leaves that I was chaste . " In some delicious ramble , he had found A little 6 EARLY POEMS .
... remembrance of thy quick pursuit , Let me be made a reed , and ever mute , Nod to the water's fall , whilst every blast Sings through my slender leaves that I was chaste . " In some delicious ramble , he had found A little 6 EARLY POEMS .
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John Keats. That through the dimness of their twilight show Large dock leaves , spiral foxgloves , or the glow Of the wild cat's eyes , or the silvery stems Of delicate birch trees , or long grass which hems A little brook . The youth ...
John Keats. That through the dimness of their twilight show Large dock leaves , spiral foxgloves , or the glow Of the wild cat's eyes , or the silvery stems Of delicate birch trees , or long grass which hems A little brook . The youth ...
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... leaves that round the window clamber , To show their purple stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doffed his shining steel , Gladdening in the free and airy feel Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking round about ...
... leaves that round the window clamber , To show their purple stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doffed his shining steel , Gladdening in the free and airy feel Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking round about ...
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275 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, Clustered 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.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. 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 : III.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
xvi ÆäÀÌÁö - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.