The Poems of John KeatsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1906 - 383 sider |
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Side 15
... Adieu ! valiant Eric ! with joy thou art crown'd , Full many the glories that brighten thy youth , I too have my blisses , which richly abound In magical powers to bless and to soothe . TO GEORGIANA AUGUSTA WYLIE HADST thou lived in ...
... Adieu ! valiant Eric ! with joy thou art crown'd , Full many the glories that brighten thy youth , I too have my blisses , which richly abound In magical powers to bless and to soothe . TO GEORGIANA AUGUSTA WYLIE HADST thou lived in ...
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... adieu ! Thy dales and hills are fading from my view : Swiftly I mount , upon wide - spreading pinions , Far from the narrow bounds of thy dominions . Full joy I feel , while thus I cleave the air , That my soft verse will charm thy ...
... adieu ! Thy dales and hills are fading from my view : Swiftly I mount , upon wide - spreading pinions , Far from the narrow bounds of thy dominions . Full joy I feel , while thus I cleave the air , That my soft verse will charm thy ...
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... adieu ! ' Twas but to kiss my hand , dear George , to you ! August , 1816 . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE OFT have you seen a swan superbly frowning , And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning ; He slants his neck beneath the ...
... adieu ! ' Twas but to kiss my hand , dear George , to you ! August , 1816 . TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE OFT have you seen a swan superbly frowning , And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning ; He slants his neck beneath the ...
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... adieu To regions where no more the laurel grew ? Or did ye stay to give a welcoming To some lone spirits who could proudly sing Their youth away , and die ? ' Twas even so . But let me think away those times of woe : Now ' tis a fairer ...
... adieu To regions where no more the laurel grew ? Or did ye stay to give a welcoming To some lone spirits who could proudly sing Their youth away , and die ? ' Twas even so . But let me think away those times of woe : Now ' tis a fairer ...
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... Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do , deceiving elf , Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows , over the still stream , \ Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next ...
... Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do , deceiving elf , Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows , over the still stream , \ Up the hill - side ; and now ' tis buried deep In the next ...
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Side 48 - 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; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Side 60 - 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...
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Side 47 - 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.
Side 48 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 108 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child: Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Side 49 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young...
Side 33 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Side 49 - 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!
Side 119 - As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white ; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.