The Letters and Poems of John Keats, 第 2-3 卷Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... speak , And yet I will , and tell my love all plain : If looks speak love - laws , I will drink her tears , And at the least ' twill startle off her cares . " VI . So said he one fair morning , and all day His heart beat awfully against ...
... speak , And yet I will , and tell my love all plain : If looks speak love - laws , I will drink her tears , And at the least ' twill startle off her cares . " VI . So said he one fair morning , and all day His heart beat awfully against ...
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... speak ; but still the ruddy tide Stifled his voice , and pulsed resolve away- Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride , Yet brought him to the meekness of a child : Alas ! when passion is both meek and wild ! VII . So once more he had ...
... speak ; but still the ruddy tide Stifled his voice , and pulsed resolve away- Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride , Yet brought him to the meekness of a child : Alas ! when passion is both meek and wild ! VII . So once more he had ...
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... speak as when on earth it was awake , And Isabella on its music hung : Languor there was in it , and tremulous shake , As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung ; And through it moan'd a ghostly under - song , Like hoarse night - gusts ...
... speak as when on earth it was awake , And Isabella on its music hung : Languor there was in it , and tremulous shake , As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung ; And through it moan'd a ghostly under - song , Like hoarse night - gusts ...
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... speak : -O turn thee to the very tale , And taste the music of that vision pale . L. With duller steel than the Perséan sword They cut away no formless monster's head , But one , whose gentleness did well accord With death , as life ...
... speak : -O turn thee to the very tale , And taste the music of that vision pale . L. With duller steel than the Perséan sword They cut away no formless monster's head , But one , whose gentleness did well accord With death , as life ...
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... speak , if he had loved , And been well nurtured in his mother tongue . Whether the dream now purposed to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe , my hand , is in the grave . The passages within brackets are ...
... speak , if he had loved , And been well nurtured in his mother tongue . Whether the dream now purposed to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe , my hand , is in the grave . The passages within brackets are ...
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第10页 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
第91页 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
第5页 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
第8页 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
第9页 - 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...
第100页 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
第7页 - By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
第102页 - 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.
第105页 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found, In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
第103页 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.