The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... beauty , there is also the light which it throws on the poetical mind and character . And since the volume of Keats's production is not large , and much of his posthumous poetry is rightly classed with his own acknowledged work , it ...
... beauty , there is also the light which it throws on the poetical mind and character . And since the volume of Keats's production is not large , and much of his posthumous poetry is rightly classed with his own acknowledged work , it ...
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... beauty . Fame waved a wreath before him , yet it was not Fame but Poetry that really urged him forward . It is not unfair to translate even a confession of desire for fame into an acknowledgment of conscious power . 6 6 ' Endymion ' was ...
... beauty . Fame waved a wreath before him , yet it was not Fame but Poetry that really urged him forward . It is not unfair to translate even a confession of desire for fame into an acknowledgment of conscious power . 6 6 ' Endymion ' was ...
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... may surely be said that his escape was most complete when he was fulfilling the highest law of his nature and creating those images of beauty which have given him Fame while he sleeps . H. E. S. POEMS 1 EARLY POEMS XXIV JOHN KEATS.
... may surely be said that his escape was most complete when he was fulfilling the highest law of his nature and creating those images of beauty which have given him Fame while he sleeps . H. E. S. POEMS 1 EARLY POEMS XXIV JOHN KEATS.
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... beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems floating palpable , and near ; Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take A dewy flower , oft would that hand appear , And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake ...
... beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems floating palpable , and near ; Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take A dewy flower , oft would that hand appear , And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake ...
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... beauty drest , And there into delight my soul deceive . There warm my breast with patriotic lore , Musing on Milton's fate - on Sydney's bier - Till their stern forms before my mind arise : Perhaps on wings of Poesy upsoar , Full often ...
... beauty drest , And there into delight my soul deceive . There warm my breast with patriotic lore , Musing on Milton's fate - on Sydney's bier - Till their stern forms before my mind arise : Perhaps on wings of Poesy upsoar , Full often ...
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211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 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.
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
143 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: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
143 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!
143 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...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
143 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, and the fruit-tree wild...