The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... come alive under their pens with all that the young poet saw in them . * There is always some one willing to make himself a sort of accessary after the fact in any success ; always an old wo- man or two , ready to remember omens of all ...
... come alive under their pens with all that the young poet saw in them . * There is always some one willing to make himself a sort of accessary after the fact in any success ; always an old wo- man or two , ready to remember omens of all ...
Pagina xvii
... come with their gifts to the cradle of the selected child , let one , wiser than the rest , choose a name for him from which well - sounding derivatives can be made , and best of all with a termination in on . Men judge the current coin ...
... come with their gifts to the cradle of the selected child , let one , wiser than the rest , choose a name for him from which well - sounding derivatives can be made , and best of all with a termination in on . Men judge the current coin ...
Pagina xxiii
... comes into a room , she makes the same impression as the beauty of a leopardess . She is too fine and too conscious of herself to repulse any man who may address her . From habit , she thinks that nothing particular . I always find ...
... comes into a room , she makes the same impression as the beauty of a leopardess . She is too fine and too conscious of herself to repulse any man who may address her . From habit , she thinks that nothing particular . I always find ...
Pagina xxx
... come ! " He was buried in the Protestant burial - ground at Rome , in that part of it which is now disused and secluded from the rest . A short time before his death , he told Severn that he thought his intensest pleasure in life had ...
... come ! " He was buried in the Protestant burial - ground at Rome , in that part of it which is now disused and secluded from the rest . A short time before his death , he told Severn that he thought his intensest pleasure in life had ...
Pagina 9
... Comes marchin [ ing To light - hung leaves , in smoothest echoes break- Through copse - clad valleys , -ere their death , o'ertaking The surgy murmurs of the lonely sea . And now , as deep into the wood as we Might mark a lynx's eye ...
... Comes marchin [ ing To light - hung leaves , in smoothest echoes break- Through copse - clad valleys , -ere their death , o'ertaking The surgy murmurs of the lonely sea . And now , as deep into the wood as we Might mark a lynx's eye ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adieu ALPHEUS FELCH Apollo art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool Corinth dark death delight divine dost doth dream e'er earth Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle golden Gondibert green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lute Lycius lyre melodies morn mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion pinions pleasant poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep Whence whispering wild wind wings wonder young youth
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Pagina 302 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 229 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Pagina 302 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pagina 304 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Pagina 322 - I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story — Said he saw you in your glory Underneath a...
Pagina 304 - 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 ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 406 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Pagina xix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Pagina 378 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Pagina 212 - She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors...