The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310页 |
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... death in a foreign land - all serve to fill the picture of his life with tenderest light and shadow . One instinctively hushes one's voice while speaking of Keats ; and it is difficult to restrain a certain enthusiasm of generosity ...
... death in a foreign land - all serve to fill the picture of his life with tenderest light and shadow . One instinctively hushes one's voice while speaking of Keats ; and it is difficult to restrain a certain enthusiasm of generosity ...
第8页
... Death asserts for us that the trial of his education has issued in the complete certainty that he is fit for a higher - it may be a lower - class than this earth can supply . There is , consequently , more kindness than justice in the ...
... Death asserts for us that the trial of his education has issued in the complete certainty that he is fit for a higher - it may be a lower - class than this earth can supply . There is , consequently , more kindness than justice in the ...
第17页
... death . " He made a tour in Scot- land and Ireland in July and August of the same year . His friend Charles Armitage Brown accom- panied him . Certainly his letters betray nothing like " giving in " on account of the attacks which had ...
... death . " He made a tour in Scot- land and Ireland in July and August of the same year . His friend Charles Armitage Brown accom- panied him . Certainly his letters betray nothing like " giving in " on account of the attacks which had ...
第21页
... death than that which Byron and Shelley adopted ( for whom less of the curtain had been drawn aside , it is true ) in judging his heart vulner- able to any blunt arrow of criticism . One need not deny Keats's sensitiveness in this ...
... death than that which Byron and Shelley adopted ( for whom less of the curtain had been drawn aside , it is true ) in judging his heart vulner- able to any blunt arrow of criticism . One need not deny Keats's sensitiveness in this ...
第23页
... death - warrant ; I must die ! " " Coleridge tells us , in his Table Talk , that years before this he met Keats in a lane near Highgate , where he says- " He was introduced to me , and stayed a minute or so . After he had left us a ...
... death - warrant ; I must die ! " " Coleridge tells us , in his Table Talk , that years before this he met Keats in a lane near Highgate , where he says- " He was introduced to me , and stayed a minute or so . After he had left us a ...
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Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold bliss bosom bower breast breath bright Carian charm chidden clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight dewy dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Endymion eyes face faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre Mermaid Tavern moon morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passed passion pleasant poet Porphyro rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper 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...