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... wide departure from the scheme of this series of poets to include , in the same volume with Keats's poems , a collection also of his letters . This collection is complete , though one or two brief notes will not be found here , because ...
... wide departure from the scheme of this series of poets to include , in the same volume with Keats's poems , a collection also of his letters . This collection is complete , though one or two brief notes will not be found here , because ...
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... wide , with an expression at once combative and sensitive in the the forehead not high , but broad and strong ; the eyebrows nobly arched , and eyes hazel - brown , liquid - flashing , visibly inspired " an eye that had an in- ward look ...
... wide , with an expression at once combative and sensitive in the the forehead not high , but broad and strong ; the eyebrows nobly arched , and eyes hazel - brown , liquid - flashing , visibly inspired " an eye that had an in- ward look ...
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... wide , melodi- ous swells The sweet majestic tone of Maro's lyre : The soul delighted on each accent dwells , - - Enraptur'd dwells , not daring to re- spire , The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre . ' Tis awful silence then ...
... wide , melodi- ous swells The sweet majestic tone of Maro's lyre : The soul delighted on each accent dwells , - - Enraptur'd dwells , not daring to re- spire , The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre . ' Tis awful silence then ...
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... wide expanse had I been told That deep - brow'd 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 ...
... wide expanse had I been told That deep - brow'd 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 ...
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... wide wand'ring for the greedi est eye To Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and curious bending peer about upon variety ; Of a fresh woodland alley ...
... wide wand'ring for the greedi est eye To Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and curious bending peer about upon variety ; Of a fresh woodland alley ...
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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...