The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1856 - 256ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... mind with the old Hellenic world the more marvellous and interesting . It is doubtful whether at any time his information exceeded these scanty limits , and it is a curious speculation whether deeper and more regular classical studies ...
... mind with the old Hellenic world the more marvellous and interesting . It is doubtful whether at any time his information exceeded these scanty limits , and it is a curious speculation whether deeper and more regular classical studies ...
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... mind of Keats was directed by Hunt into many of the channels which had delighted his own , and that peculiarities that had taken the fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . But Keats always defended ...
... mind of Keats was directed by Hunt into many of the channels which had delighted his own , and that peculiarities that had taken the fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . But Keats always defended ...
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... mind so oppressed with an over - wrought apprehension of doing harm , that he determined on abandoning the course of life to which he had devoted a considerable portion of his small fortune . My dexterity , " he said , " used to seem to ...
... mind so oppressed with an over - wrought apprehension of doing harm , that he determined on abandoning the course of life to which he had devoted a considerable portion of his small fortune . My dexterity , " he said , " used to seem to ...
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... mind - one that is imaginative and , at the same time , careful of its fruits , -who would exist partly on sensation , partly on thought , -to whom it is necessary that ' years should bring the philosophic mind ? ' Such an one I ...
... mind - one that is imaginative and , at the same time , careful of its fruits , -who would exist partly on sensation , partly on thought , -to whom it is necessary that ' years should bring the philosophic mind ? ' Such an one I ...
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... mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true repre- sentation , it is evident that those sensuous appetites , and that yearning for enjoyment which has made his ...
... mind , or rather the temperament , of Keats might well inspire painful reflections . If this were a completely true repre- sentation , it is evident that those sensuous appetites , and that yearning for enjoyment which has made his ...
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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.