The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473页 |
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... cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction ...
... cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the rolling spheres Thou sweetly singest : nought thy hymning mars , Above the ingrate world and human fears . On earth the good man base detraction ...
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... cold about the sky , And I have many miles on foot to fare . Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air , Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily , Or of those silver lamps that burn on high , Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair ...
... cold about the sky , And I have many miles on foot to fare . Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air , Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily , Or of those silver lamps that burn on high , Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair ...
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... 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 360 At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap ...
... 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 360 At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers , ' mid a luscious heap ...
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... cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissem- bling , Wraps round her ample robe with happy trembling . Sometimes , when the ...
... cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears , her stout defender sent : And from her own pure self no joy dissem- bling , Wraps round her ample robe with happy trembling . Sometimes , when the ...
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... ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost glens , 70 Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with con- tent , The lark was lost in him ; cold springs had BOOK FIRST 49 JOHN TAYLOR.
... ; and if from shepherd's keep A lamb stray'd far a - down those inmost glens , 70 Never again saw he the happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with con- tent , The lark was lost in him ; cold springs had BOOK FIRST 49 JOHN TAYLOR.
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第211页 - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
第133页 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第143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154页 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of 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. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
第143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!
第143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39页 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
第125页 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
第230页 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
第143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, and the fruit-tree wild...