The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Flower and the Leaf , " written on the blank leaf , while his friend was asleep over the book ; and one of most clear thought and noble diction , " On first looking into Chapman's Homer . " It Xiv MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
... Flower and the Leaf , " written on the blank leaf , while his friend was asleep over the book ; and one of most clear thought and noble diction , " On first looking into Chapman's Homer . " It Xiv MEMOIR OF JOHN KEATS .
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... flowers ! How would they lose their beauty , were they to throng into the high- way , crying out , ' Admire me , I am a violet ! Dote upon me , I am a primrose ! ' " A Again , " When man has arrived at a certain ripe- ness of intellect ...
... flowers ! How would they lose their beauty , were they to throng into the high- way , crying out , ' Admire me , I am a violet ! Dote upon me , I am a primrose ! ' " A Again , " When man has arrived at a certain ripe- ness of intellect ...
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... flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a super ... flowers of our Spring are what I want to see again . " And he saw them - for towards the end of the spring his ...
... flower I have known from my infancy ; their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a super ... flowers of our Spring are what I want to see again . " And he saw them - for towards the end of the spring his ...
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... watching the * Miss Keats shortly afterwards married Señor Llaños , the author of " Don Esteban , " " Sandoval the Freemason , " and other works of considerable ability . growth of flowers ; " and another time , after.
... watching the * Miss Keats shortly afterwards married Señor Llaños , the author of " Don Esteban , " " Sandoval the Freemason , " and other works of considerable ability . growth of flowers ; " and another time , after.
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John Keats. growth of flowers ; " and another time , after lying a while quite still , he murmured , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " And there they do grow , even all the winter long , -violets and daisies mingling with the ...
John Keats. growth of flowers ; " and another time , after lying a while quite still , he murmured , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " And there they do grow , even all the winter long , -violets and daisies mingling with the ...
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209 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what 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...
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of their sorrows and delights ; Of their passions and their spites ; Of their glory and their shame ; What doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us, every day, Wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, And so become immortal...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let then winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. — Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken...
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
155 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.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone: ay, ages long ago 370 These lovers fled away into the storm.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, 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.