The Poetical Works of John Keats: Reprinted from the Original EditionsMacmillan, 1884 - 284页 |
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... dreams , Lover of loneliness , and wandering , Of upcast eye , and tender pondering ! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair ...
... dreams , Lover of loneliness , and wandering , Of upcast eye , and tender pondering ! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories . For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair ...
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... dream so sweetly : His spirit flies before him so completely . And now he turns a jutting point of land , Whence may be seen the castle gloomy , and grand : Nor will a bee buzz round two swelling peaches , Before the point of his light ...
... dream so sweetly : His spirit flies before him so completely . And now he turns a jutting point of land , Whence may be seen the castle gloomy , and grand : Nor will a bee buzz round two swelling peaches , Before the point of his light ...
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... WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye " flit , And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And POEMS . 21.
... WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit , And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye " flit , And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And POEMS . 21.
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... dream ; Their rich brimm'd goblets , that incessant run Like the bright spots that move about the sun ; And , when upheld , the wine from each bright jar Pours with the lustre of a falling star . Yet further off , are dimly seen their ...
... dream ; Their rich brimm'd goblets , that incessant run Like the bright spots that move about the sun ; And , when upheld , the wine from each bright jar Pours with the lustre of a falling star . Yet further off , are dimly seen their ...
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... dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the ...
... dreams , and health , and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow , are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the ...
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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.