The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310页 |
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... away ; a early morn , see upborne iling day : iced , and young , and gay ears of corn , ets , to adorn rly May . high as these , destiny , pleasant trees feel a free , ld please , a man like thee . INTRODUCTORY SKETCH.
... away ; a early morn , see upborne iling day : iced , and young , and gay ears of corn , ets , to adorn rly May . high as these , destiny , pleasant trees feel a free , ld please , a man like thee . INTRODUCTORY SKETCH.
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... pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please , With these poor offerings , a man like thee . I STOOD TIPTOE . " Places of nestling green for. Poetical Works of keats . EARLY POEMS ...
... pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought , I feel a free , A leafy luxury , seeing I could please , With these poor offerings , a man like thee . I STOOD TIPTOE . " Places of nestling green for. Poetical Works of keats . EARLY POEMS ...
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... pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ; Or by the moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual swim ...
... pleasant sleep , But that ' tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers ; or by the flitting Of divers moths , that aye their rest are quitting ; Or by the moon lifting her silver rim Above a cloud , and with a gradual swim ...
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... pleasant smotherings : Fair dewy roses brush against our faces , And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweetbriar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our feet , the voice ...
... pleasant smotherings : Fair dewy roses brush against our faces , And flowering laurels spring from diamond vases ; O'erhead we see the jasmine and sweetbriar , And bloomy grapes laughing from green attire ; While at our feet , the voice ...
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... pleasant cool The blue sky , here and there serenely peeping Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping . And on the bank a lonely flower he spied , A meek and forlorn flower , with naught of pride , Drooping its beauty o'er the ...
... pleasant cool The blue sky , here and there serenely peeping Through tendril wreaths fantastically creeping . And on the bank a lonely flower he spied , A meek and forlorn flower , with naught of pride , Drooping its beauty o'er the ...
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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...