The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310页 |
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第28页
... not the highest -sense of the word . " Give me health and a day , and I will make ridiculous the pomp of emperors he might have said as well as Emerson . Hear " " him- " It appears to me that almost any man 28 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
... not the highest -sense of the word . " Give me health and a day , and I will make ridiculous the pomp of emperors he might have said as well as Emerson . Hear " " him- " It appears to me that almost any man 28 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
第32页
... hear the voice of busy common - sense ! " It is not " when change the moons , " mark - that would ever be a source of interest and delight to him - but how , it pained him to consider , for he knew that the knowledge destroyed that ...
... hear the voice of busy common - sense ! " It is not " when change the moons , " mark - that would ever be a source of interest and delight to him - but how , it pained him to consider , for he knew that the knowledge destroyed that ...
第33页
... hear the voice of busy common - sense ! " It is not " when change the moons , " mark would ever be a source of interest and del him - but how , it pained him to consider , knew that the knowledge destroyed that inc charm around which ...
... hear the voice of busy common - sense ! " It is not " when change the moons , " mark would ever be a source of interest and del him - but how , it pained him to consider , knew that the knowledge destroyed that inc charm around which ...
第48页
... hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems floating palpable , and near ; Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take A dewy flower , oft would that hand appear , And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake . SLEEP AND ...
... hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems floating palpable , and near ; Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take A dewy flower , oft would that hand appear , And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake . SLEEP AND ...
第64页
... hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest huc About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . And , as the year ...
... hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest huc About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the dairy pails Bring home increase of milk . And , as the year ...
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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...