The Poetical Works of John KeatsEdward Moxon & Company, Dover street., 1863 - 301 pagina's |
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... pleasure as long as the English language lives . " - New York Commercial Advertiser . " No greater service can be done in the cause of good letters than the extensive dissemination of these standard compositions . They embrace the best ...
... pleasure as long as the English language lives . " - New York Commercial Advertiser . " No greater service can be done in the cause of good letters than the extensive dissemination of these standard compositions . They embrace the best ...
Pagina xxix
... pleasures was in hearing Severn read aloud from a volume of Jeremy Taylor . On first coming to Rome , he had bought a copy of Alfieri , but find- ing on the second page these lines , Misera me ! sollievo a me non resta Altro che il ...
... pleasures was in hearing Severn read aloud from a volume of Jeremy Taylor . On first coming to Rome , he had bought a copy of Alfieri , but find- ing on the second page these lines , Misera me ! sollievo a me non resta Altro che il ...
Pagina xxx
... pleasure in life had been to watch the growth of flowers ; and once , after lying peace- fully awhile , he said , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " His grave is marked by a little head- stone on which are carved somewhat rudely ...
... pleasure in life had been to watch the growth of flowers ; and once , after lying peace- fully awhile , he said , " I feel the flowers growing over me . " His grave is marked by a little head- stone on which are carved somewhat rudely ...
Pagina 37
... Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis scared away by slow returning pleasure . How sickening , how dark the dreadful leisure Of weary ...
... Pleasure is oft a visitant ; but pain Clings cruelly to us , like the gnawing sloth On the deer's tender haunches : late , and loth , ' Tis scared away by slow returning pleasure . How sickening , how dark the dreadful leisure Of weary ...
Pagina 65
... pleasure ; ' bove his head Flew a delight half - graspable ; his tread Was Hesperean ; to his capable ears Silence was music from the holy spheres ; A dewy luxury was in his eyes ; His every sense had grown The little flowers felt his ...
... pleasure ; ' bove his head Flew a delight half - graspable ; his tread Was Hesperean ; to his capable ears Silence was music from the holy spheres ; A dewy luxury was in his eyes ; His every sense had grown The little flowers felt his ...
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
Populaire passages
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...