The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts, ÆÄÆ® 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink , Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink . Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short.
... We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink , Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink . Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short.
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... heaven above , Edged round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a BOOK I. ] 7 ENDYMION .
... heaven above , Edged round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness There stood a BOOK I. ] 7 ENDYMION .
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... heaven , Then leave the naked brain : be still the leaven , That spreading in this dull and clodded earth , Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth ; Be still a symbol of immensity ; A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling ...
... heaven , Then leave the naked brain : be still the leaven , That spreading in this dull and clodded earth , Gives it a touch ethereal - a new birth ; Be still a symbol of immensity ; A firmament reflected in a sea ; An element filling ...
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... heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry them up , in bidding hence all fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their ...
... heaven , than such tears ? Yet dry them up , in bidding hence all fears That , any longer , I will pass my days Alone and sad . No , I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain - heights ; once more Make my horn parley from their ...
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... heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loath and fearful to alight , From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me steadfast in that airy trance , Spreading imaginary pinions wide . When , presently , the stars ...
... heaven appear'd to open for my flight , I became loath and fearful to alight , From such high soaring by a downward glance : So kept me steadfast in that airy trance , Spreading imaginary pinions wide . When , presently , the stars ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forehead forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion Iapetus immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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114 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
116 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 soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown...
155 ÆäÀÌÁö - Into forgetfulness ; and, for the sage, Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage War on his temples. Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
137 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...
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.