The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 第 799 期1874 |
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... ] " was brought in , and he was requested by the printer to send the Dedication directly , if he intended to have one . He went to a side table , and while all around were noisily conversing , he sat PREFATORY MEMOIR . xi.
... ] " was brought in , and he was requested by the printer to send the Dedication directly , if he intended to have one . He went to a side table , and while all around were noisily conversing , he sat PREFATORY MEMOIR . xi.
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... side visitors . Towards the close of writing this poem , Keats also beheld the sterner beauties of Scotland , in which he made a tour . Very great anxieties delayed the completion of the poem . His brother Tom was seriously ill : George ...
... side visitors . Towards the close of writing this poem , Keats also beheld the sterner beauties of Scotland , in which he made a tour . Very great anxieties delayed the completion of the poem . His brother Tom was seriously ill : George ...
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... side . These , gentle Calidore Greeted , as he had known them long before . The sidelong view of swelling leafiness , Which the glad setting sun in gold doth dress ; Whence ever and anon the jay outsprings , And scales upon the beauty ...
... side . These , gentle Calidore Greeted , as he had known them long before . The sidelong view of swelling leafiness , Which the glad setting sun in gold doth dress ; Whence ever and anon the jay outsprings , And scales upon the beauty ...
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... side ; As if to glean the ruddy tears , it tried , Which fell profusely from the rose - tree stem ! Haply it was the workings of its pride , In strife to throw upon the shore a gem Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem ...
... side ; As if to glean the ruddy tears , it tried , Which fell profusely from the rose - tree stem ! Haply it was the workings of its pride , In strife to throw upon the shore a gem Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem ...
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... side are covert branches hung , ' Mong which the nightingales have always sung In leafy quiet where to pry , aloof , Atween the pillars of the sylvan roof , Would be to find where violet beds were nestling , And where the bee with ...
... side are covert branches hung , ' Mong which the nightingales have always sung In leafy quiet where to pry , aloof , Atween the pillars of the sylvan roof , Would be to find where violet beds were nestling , And where the bee with ...
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第275页 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells — Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
第262页 - 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 ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
第40页 - 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 his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
第264页 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
第261页 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. 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 : III.
第269页 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
第xvi页 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
第277页 - 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.
第224页 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
第223页 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.