The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Smith, 1841 - 240ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... ROSES TO G. A. W. WRITTEN • ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON TO MY BROTHERS ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER . 222 ib . 223 ib . • . ib . 224 ib . ¡¤ 225 ib . ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR " KEEN FITFUL GUSTS ...
... ROSES TO G. A. W. WRITTEN • ON THE DAY THAT MR . LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON TO MY BROTHERS ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER . 222 ib . 223 ib . • . ib . 224 ib . ¡¤ 225 ib . ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR " KEEN FITFUL GUSTS ...
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... rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 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 ...
... rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 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 ...
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... rose , and sank , And dipt again , with the young couple's weight , - Peona guiding , through the water straight , Towards a bowery island opposite ; Which gaining presently , she steered right Into a shady , fresh , and ripply cove ...
... rose , and sank , And dipt again , with the young couple's weight , - Peona guiding , through the water straight , Towards a bowery island opposite ; Which gaining presently , she steered right Into a shady , fresh , and ripply cove ...
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... -Ah ! see her hovering feet , More bluely vein'd , more soft , more whitely sweet Than those of sea - born Venus , when she rose From out her cradle shell . The wind out - blows C Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion ; " T is ENDYMION . 17.
... -Ah ! see her hovering feet , More bluely vein'd , more soft , more whitely sweet Than those of sea - born Venus , when she rose From out her cradle shell . The wind out - blows C Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion ; " T is ENDYMION . 17.
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... rose had blown In frightful scarlet , and its thorns outgrown Like spiked aloe . If an innocent bird Before my heedless footsteps stirr'd , and stirr'd In little journeys , I beheld in it A disguised demon , missioned to knit My soul ...
... rose had blown In frightful scarlet , and its thorns outgrown Like spiked aloe . If an innocent bird Before my heedless footsteps stirr'd , and stirr'd In little journeys , I beheld in it A disguised demon , missioned to knit My soul ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold 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 forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd 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 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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201 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 enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young...
225 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...
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the 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?
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
3 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; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake. Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales...
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is ceasing never : • On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost, The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.