The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438页 |
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第vi页
... tell " .. 433 On a Dream . 434 " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " 435 " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone " .... 436 " I cry your mercy - pity - love- ay , love " , 437 Keats's Last Sonnet . ..... 438 THE LIFE ...
... tell " .. 433 On a Dream . 434 " If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd " 435 " The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone " .... 436 " I cry your mercy - pity - love- ay , love " , 437 Keats's Last Sonnet . ..... 438 THE LIFE ...
第xii页
... tell us what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by necessity or fear of the police re- ports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover any thing else especially worthy of record in the school ...
... tell us what the boy was , we will tell you what the man longs to be , however he may be repressed by necessity or fear of the police re- ports . Mr. Milnes has failed to discover any thing else especially worthy of record in the school ...
第xxiv页
... tell you that I am not . She kept me awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . I speak of the thing as a pastime and an amusement , than which I can feel none deeper than a conversation with an imperial woman , the very yes and ...
... tell you that I am not . She kept me awake one night , as a tune of Mozart's might do . I speak of the thing as a pastime and an amusement , than which I can feel none deeper than a conversation with an imperial woman , the very yes and ...
第8页
... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
... tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edged round with dark tree - tops ? through which a dove Would often beat its wings , and often too A little cloud would move across the blue . Full in the middle of this pleasantness ...
第9页
... Plainer and plainer showing , till at last Into the widest alley they all past , Making directly for the woodland altar . O kindly muse ! let not my weak tongue falter In telling of this goodly company , Of their old ENDYMION . 9.
... Plainer and plainer showing , till at last Into the widest alley they all past , Making directly for the woodland altar . O kindly muse ! let not my weak tongue falter In telling of this goodly company , Of their old ENDYMION . 9.
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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第287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197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288页 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 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.
第369页 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
第ix页 - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
第302页 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, 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'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
第390页 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
第202页 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
第418页 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
第198页 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.