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... flowers are at my feet , Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs , But , in embalmed darkness , guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass , the thicket , and the fruit - tree wild ; White hawthorn , ande ...
... flowers are at my feet , Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs , But , in embalmed darkness , guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass , the thicket , and the fruit - tree wild ; White hawthorn , ande ...
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... flowers , fragrant - eyed , Blue , silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu , As if disjoined by ...
... flowers , fragrant - eyed , Blue , silver - white , and budded Tyrian , They lay calm - breathing on the bedded grass ; Their arms embraced , and their pinions too ; Their lips touch'd not , but had not bade adieu , As if disjoined by ...
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... flowers ; Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; hrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O ...
... flowers ; Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; hrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O ...
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... flowers , will never breed theme : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch , and a casement ope at night , To let the warm Love in ! 60 65 TO AUTUMN . I. SEASON of mists and mellow ...
... flowers , will never breed theme : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch , and a casement ope at night , To let the warm Love in ! 60 65 TO AUTUMN . I. SEASON of mists and mellow ...
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John Keats. Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers : And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours ...
John Keats. Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers : And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ; Or by a cider - press , with patient look , Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours ...
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९९ Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss bower breath bright Carian CHIG clouds cold Corinth dark death deep delight dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion eyes Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle gloom goddess golden green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven Hermes Hyperion immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look'd lute Lycius lyre melody morning mortal Naiad never night nymph o'er Ode to Psyche pain pale pass'd passion Peona pleasant poem poet Porphyro rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling vex'd voice weep whence whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth ¥É¥Ï
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2 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, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
1 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...
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping 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 mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
276 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. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flattered to tears this aged man and poor; But no — already had his deathbell rung; The joys of all his life were said and sung: His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve: Another way he went, and soon among 25 Rough.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. 0 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...
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...