The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volume 2Reeves & Turner, 1883 - Poets, English |
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... soft - brushing , in his speed , The taller grasses and full - flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating snake , 45 Bright , and cirque - couchant in a dusky brake . She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue , Vermilion - spotted ...
... soft - brushing , in his speed , The taller grasses and full - flowering weed , Until he found a palpitating snake , 45 Bright , and cirque - couchant in a dusky brake . She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue , Vermilion - spotted ...
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... soft , lute - finger'd Muses chaunting clear , " Nor even Apollo when he sang alone , " Deaf to his throbbing throat's long , long melodious moan . " I dreamt I saw thee , rob'd in purple flakes , 75 " Break amorous through the clouds ...
... soft , lute - finger'd Muses chaunting clear , " Nor even Apollo when he sang alone , " Deaf to his throbbing throat's long , long melodious moan . " I dreamt I saw thee , rob'd in purple flakes , 75 " Break amorous through the clouds ...
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... soft , Cry'd , " Lycius ! gentle Lycius ! " - Borne aloft With the bright mists about the mountains hoar These words dissolv'd : Crete's forests heard no more . 170 Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A full - born beauty new and ...
... soft , Cry'd , " Lycius ! gentle Lycius ! " - Borne aloft With the bright mists about the mountains hoar These words dissolv'd : Crete's forests heard no more . 170 Whither fled Lamia , now a lady bright , A full - born beauty new and ...
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... soft wind , and his galley now Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow In port Cenchreas , from Egina isle 220 225 Fresh anchor'd ; whither he had been awhile To sacrifice to Jove , whose temple there 230 Waits with high marble doors ...
... soft wind , and his galley now Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow In port Cenchreas , from Egina isle 220 225 Fresh anchor'd ; whither he had been awhile To sacrifice to Jove , whose temple there 230 Waits with high marble doors ...
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... soft look growing coy , she saw his chain so sure : " Leave thee alone ! Look back ! Ah , Goddess , see " Whether my eyes can ever turn from thee ! 255 " For pity do not this sad heart belie- " Even as thou vanishest so I shall die ...
... soft look growing coy , she saw his chain so sure : " Leave thee alone ! Look back ! Ah , Goddess , see " Whether my eyes can ever turn from thee ! 255 " For pity do not this sad heart belie- " Even as thou vanishest so I shall die ...
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Page 132 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 106 - 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!
Page 110 - 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! 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!
Page 111 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Page 106 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 132 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd 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.
Page 104 - 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.
Page 37 - 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.
Page 107 - 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 Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 87 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.