The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, 第 1 卷Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... Happy is England ! " ... 75 ... 77 80 81 82 ... ... 83 ... ... ... 84 ... Sleep and Poetry ... ... ... Endymion : A Poetic Romance 85 89 Editor's Note before Endymion ... ... ... 107 Dedication ... ... ... Preface by Keats ... 109 III ...
... Happy is England ! " ... 75 ... 77 80 81 82 ... ... 83 ... ... ... 84 ... Sleep and Poetry ... ... ... Endymion : A Poetic Romance 85 89 Editor's Note before Endymion ... ... ... 107 Dedication ... ... ... Preface by Keats ... 109 III ...
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... happy experiment The Cap and Bells , and to leave the real poetical work of Keats to close characteristically with La Belle Dame sans Merci and the beautiful sonnet which was really the last thing he wrote in verse . The literary ...
... happy experiment The Cap and Bells , and to leave the real poetical work of Keats to close characteristically with La Belle Dame sans Merci and the beautiful sonnet which was really the last thing he wrote in verse . The literary ...
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... happy in the bird's happiness , — too happy that the bird sang " of summer in full- throated ease " ; but I am not sure that the tremulous thickness of utterance arising from intense emotion is not better rendered by the means employed ...
... happy in the bird's happiness , — too happy that the bird sang " of summer in full- throated ease " ; but I am not sure that the tremulous thickness of utterance arising from intense emotion is not better rendered by the means employed ...
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... happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , and in the Epistle to George Keats there are the really admirable verses about the poet and what he sees beside the mere moon in heaven- Ah , yes ! much more would start into his sight ...
... happy hour Came chaste Diana from her shady bower , and in the Epistle to George Keats there are the really admirable verses about the poet and what he sees beside the mere moon in heaven- Ah , yes ! much more would start into his sight ...
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... happy fields , Asleep ! O sleep a little while , white pearl ! ... Bards of Passion and of Mirth , ... Volume Page I 121 II 216 :: III 180 II 357 I 39 II 242 II 303 II 231 II ... 480 II 210 ... II ... 334 I 68 II 278 II ... 127 II 257 ...
... happy fields , Asleep ! O sleep a little while , white pearl ! ... Bards of Passion and of Mirth , ... Volume Page I 121 II 216 :: III 180 II 357 I 39 II 242 II 303 II 231 II ... 480 II 210 ... II ... 334 I 68 II 278 II ... 127 II 257 ...
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第365页 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
第75页 - TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
第365页 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
第352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...
第76页 - Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment ? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by : E'en like the passage of an angel's...
第83页 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
第122页 - Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
第353页 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal— a new birth...
第136页 - ... unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea...
第135页 - And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping ; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown — By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king!