The Complete Poetical Works of KeatsHoughton Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473页 |
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... POOR SILVER- WING !. 141 42 ON FAME 142 ANOTHER ON FAME . 142 TO SLEEP · 142 ODE TO PSYCHE 142 42 • SONNET : IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR . 235 42 ENGLISH MUST BE CHAIN'D ' ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . · 144 144 • 43 LAMIA • · · 146 SONG WRITTEN ON ...
... POOR SILVER- WING !. 141 42 ON FAME 142 ANOTHER ON FAME . 142 TO SLEEP · 142 ODE TO PSYCHE 142 42 • SONNET : IF BY DULL RHYMES OUR . 235 42 ENGLISH MUST BE CHAIN'D ' ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . · 144 144 • 43 LAMIA • · · 146 SONG WRITTEN ON ...
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... Poor Nymph , poor Pan , - how he did weep to find Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind 160 Along the reedy stream ; a half - heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus ...
... Poor Nymph , poor Pan , - how he did weep to find Nought but a lovely sighing of the wind 160 Along the reedy stream ; a half - heard strain , Full of sweet desolation - balmy pain . What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus ...
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... poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci . Why so sad a moan ? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; The reading of an ever - changing tale ; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; 91 A ...
... poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci . Why so sad a moan ? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown ; The reading of an ever - changing tale ; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil ; 91 A ...
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... poor , decrepid standard out , Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes , and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My boundly reverence , that I cannot ...
... poor , decrepid standard out , Mark'd with most flimsy mottoes , and in large The name of one Boileau ! O ye whose charge It is to hover round our pleasant hills ! Whose congregated majesty so fills My boundly reverence , that I cannot ...
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... poor a savour For one whose palate gladdens in the fla- vour Of sparkling Helicon : -small good it were To take him to a desert rude , and bare , Who had on Baia's shore reclin'd at ease , While Tasso's page was floating in a breeze 30 ...
... poor a savour For one whose palate gladdens in the fla- vour Of sparkling Helicon : -small good it were To take him to a desert rude , and bare , Who had on Baia's shore reclin'd at ease , While Tasso's page was floating in a breeze 30 ...
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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...