The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310页 |
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... cold cheek to make it burn For ever ) . Keats himself was singularly sensible of the incompleteness of his life and work — in truth , few thoughts weighed more heavily on his aspiring spirit than did this very one ; and while he would ...
... cold cheek to make it burn For ever ) . Keats himself was singularly sensible of the incompleteness of his life and work — in truth , few thoughts weighed more heavily on his aspiring spirit than did this very one ; and while he would ...
第22页
... cold continually threatens me . ' The beginning of the end may be told in Lord Houghton's well - known words- " One night ( 3rd " " February 1820 ) , about eleven o'clock , Keats re- 22 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . ODES- To a Nightingale On a ...
... cold continually threatens me . ' The beginning of the end may be told in Lord Houghton's well - known words- " One night ( 3rd " " February 1820 ) , about eleven o'clock , Keats re- 22 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH . ODES- To a Nightingale On a ...
第23页
... cold sheets , before his head was on the pillow , he slightly coughed , and said , ' That is blood from my mouth ; bring me a candle ; let me see this blood . ' He gazed steadfastly for some moments at the ruddy stain , and then ...
... cold sheets , before his head was on the pillow , he slightly coughed , and said , ' That is blood from my mouth ; bring me a candle ; let me see this blood . ' He gazed steadfastly for some moments at the ruddy stain , and then ...
第31页
... cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven ; We know her woof , her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things . ' Three years before " Lamia " was published , Haydon tells us that Keats and Lamb ...
... cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven ; We know her woof , her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things . ' Three years before " Lamia " was published , Haydon tells us that Keats and Lamb ...
第59页
... cold and sacred busts Smiled at each other . Happy he who trusts To clear Futurity his darling fame ! Then there were fauns and satyrs taking aim At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap Of vine ...
... cold and sacred busts Smiled at each other . Happy he who trusts To clear Futurity his darling fame ! Then there were fauns and satyrs taking aim At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap Of vine ...
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aged arms beauty blue breath bright charm clear close clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight doth dream ears earth Endymion eyes face fair fear feel felt flowers forest gentle give golden gone green grief hair hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hour human Keats keep kiss leaves light lips live look moon morning mortal never night o'er once pain pale passed passion pleasant pleasure poor rest rose round seemed shade side sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood strange streams summer sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand took touch trees turn twas voice whisper wide wild wind wings wonders young youth
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第271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...
第269页 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
第271页 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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268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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
第270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 Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
第223页 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
第269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61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...
第229页 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
第280页 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...