The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Smith, 1841 - 240页 |
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... sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequester'd deep , Where no man went ; and if from ...
... sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'erhanging boughs , and precious fruits . And it had gloomy shades , sequester'd deep , Where no man went ; and if from ...
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... side Of thine enmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage ; yellow - girted bees Their golden honeycombs ; our village leas Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn ; The ...
... side Of thine enmossed realms : O thou , to whom Broad - leaved fig - trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage ; yellow - girted bees Their golden honeycombs ; our village leas Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn ; The ...
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... , and caught the latter end Of some strange history , potent to send A young mind from its bodily tenement . Or they might watch the quoit - pitchers , intent On either side ; pitying the sad death Of Hyacinthus 10 ENDYMION .
... , and caught the latter end Of some strange history , potent to send A young mind from its bodily tenement . Or they might watch the quoit - pitchers , intent On either side ; pitying the sad death Of Hyacinthus 10 ENDYMION .
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... side , There shot a golden splendour far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' t was even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ...
... side , There shot a golden splendour far and wide , Spangling those million poutings of the brine With quivering ore : ' t was even an awful shine From the exaltation of Apollo's bow ; A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe . Who thus ...
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... side of sheaves When last the sun his autumn tresses shook , And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls took . Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still ...
... side of sheaves When last the sun his autumn tresses shook , And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls took . Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest : But , ere it crept upon him , he had prest Peona's busy hand against his lips , And still ...
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adieu Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian censer chidden clouds cool Corinth dark deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle Goddess golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes hour Hyperion immortal kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone lute Lycius lyre melodies Mermaid Tavern morning mortal mossy Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd Phorcus pinions pleasant pleasure rill ringdove 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 Vex'd voice weep whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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第201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 enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young...
第225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207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207页 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
第181页 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight : With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
第200页 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
第200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146页 - She clos'd the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
第3页 - 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; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake. Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales...
第228页 - The poetry of earth is ceasing never : • On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost, The grasshopper's among some grassy hills.