The Poetical Works of John Keats: Reprinted from the Original EditionsMacmillan, 1884 - 284页 |
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... " TENT SLEEP AND POETRY ENDYMION 42 42 = = 2 2 3 4I 43 43 44 1818 55 1820 LAMIA ISABELLA ; OR , THE POT OF BASIL . . THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . 161 183 200 213 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN ODE TO PSYCHE FANCY ODE X CONTENTS.
... " TENT SLEEP AND POETRY ENDYMION 42 42 = = 2 2 3 4I 43 43 44 1818 55 1820 LAMIA ISABELLA ; OR , THE POT OF BASIL . . THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . 161 183 200 213 ODE ON A GRECIAN URN ODE TO PSYCHE FANCY ODE X CONTENTS.
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... Endymion ! He was a Poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought in faintness solemn , sweet , and slow A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling ...
... Endymion ! He was a Poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought in faintness solemn , sweet , and slow A hymn from Dian's temple ; while upswelling ...
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... Keats Francis Turner Palgrave. 66 [ PUBLISHED 1818 ] ENDYMION : A Poetic Romance . THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN ANTIQUE SONG . " INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON . PREFACE . KNOWING Within myself the manner in which this.
... Keats Francis Turner Palgrave. 66 [ PUBLISHED 1818 ] ENDYMION : A Poetic Romance . THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN ANTIQUE SONG . " INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON . PREFACE . KNOWING Within myself the manner in which this.
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Reprinted from the Original Editions John Keats Francis Turner Palgrave. ENDYMION . BOOK I. A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us ...
Reprinted from the Original Editions John Keats Francis Turner Palgrave. ENDYMION . BOOK I. A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us ...
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... Endymion . The very music of the name has gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own vallies : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are ...
... Endymion . The very music of the name has gone Into my being , and each pleasant scene Is growing fresh before me as the green Of our own vallies : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are ...
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adieu Apollo art thou beauty behold beneath bliss bower breast breath bright Carian clouds Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face Faerie Queene faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hyperion immortal JOHN KEATS Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melody Mermaid Tavern Mnemosyne morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd passion Phorcus pleasant pleasure poem Poet rill rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought touch'd trees trembling twas voice weep wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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第214页 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
第219页 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
第258页 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art — < Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
第217页 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
第207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...
第216页 - Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy ? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
第215页 - Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
第212页 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffinworm. Were long be-nightmar'd. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
第239页 - But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
第215页 - To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.