The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 473页 In the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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... lips pour forth the inspiring words . A silver trumpet Spenser blows , And , as its martial notes to silence flee , From a virgin chorus flows A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity . ' Tis still ! Wild warblings from the Eolian lyre ...
... lips pour forth the inspiring words . A silver trumpet Spenser blows , And , as its martial notes to silence flee , From a virgin chorus flows A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity . ' Tis still ! Wild warblings from the Eolian lyre ...
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... lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me , may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks au- burne . What next ? A tuft of evening ...
... lips , and downward look ; O let me for one moment touch her wrist ; Let me one moment to her breathing list ; And as she leaves me , may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks au- burne . What next ? A tuft of evening ...
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... lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips They gave each other's cheeks ; with all their sighs , And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes : - The silver lamp , — the ravishment , — the wonder The darkness , - loneliness ...
... lips First touch'd ; what amorous and fondling nips They gave each other's cheeks ; with all their sighs , And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes : - The silver lamp , — the ravishment , — the wonder The darkness , - loneliness ...
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... lips can make it : till agreed , A lovely tale of human life we'll read . 110 And one will teach a tame dove how it best May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest ; Another , bending o'er her nimble tread , Will set a green robe floating ...
... lips can make it : till agreed , A lovely tale of human life we'll read . 110 And one will teach a tame dove how it best May fan the cool air gently o'er my rest ; Another , bending o'er her nimble tread , Will set a green robe floating ...
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... my bosom's swell ; I am no happy shepherd of the dell " T was but to kiss my hand , dear George , Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's to you ! eyes . Than the pure freshness of thy laurels Dip so refreshingly 26 EARLY POEMS.
... my bosom's swell ; I am no happy shepherd of the dell " T was but to kiss my hand , dear George , Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's to you ! eyes . Than the pure freshness of thy laurels Dip so refreshingly 26 EARLY POEMS.
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第213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-brimm'd their clammy cells.
第144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...
第135页 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
第144页 - 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...
第145页 - 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.
第49页 - Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
第135页 - 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!
第131页 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
第133页 - mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
第145页 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...