The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Volumes 1-2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... golden scales ' light Cast upward , through the waves , a ruby glow : There saw the swan his neck of arched snow , On the authority of the notes of Mr. Brown , given to me at Florence , in 1832 , I have stated this to be the VOL . II ...
... golden scales ' light Cast upward , through the waves , a ruby glow : There saw the swan his neck of arched snow , On the authority of the notes of Mr. Brown , given to me at Florence , in 1832 , I have stated this to be the VOL . II ...
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... golden sands of the ocean , Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw . For , indeed , ' tis a sweet and peculiar pleasure ( And blissful is he who such happiness finds ) , To possess but a span of the hour of leisure In elegant ...
... golden sands of the ocean , Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw . For , indeed , ' tis a sweet and peculiar pleasure ( And blissful is he who such happiness finds ) , To possess but a span of the hour of leisure In elegant ...
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... golden bow , And of the golden lyre , And of the golden hair , And of the golden fire , " Charioteer Round the patient year , Where - where slept thine ire , When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath , Thy laurel , thy glory , The ...
... golden bow , And of the golden lyre , And of the golden hair , And of the golden fire , " Charioteer Round the patient year , Where - where slept thine ire , When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath , Thy laurel , thy glory , The ...
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... golden cuirass there , Keeping secret what is fair . Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested , Thy locks in knightly casque are rested ; O'er which bend four milky plumes Like the gentle lily's blooms Springing from a costly vase . See with ...
... golden cuirass there , Keeping secret what is fair . Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested , Thy locks in knightly casque are rested ; O'er which bend four milky plumes Like the gentle lily's blooms Springing from a costly vase . See with ...
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... golden lids , For great Apollo bids That in these days your praises should be sung On many harps , which he has lately strung ; And when again your dewiness he kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : VOL . II . 4 So ...
... golden lids , For great Apollo bids That in these days your praises should be sung On many harps , which he has lately strung ; And when again your dewiness he kisses , Tell him , I have you in my world of blisses : VOL . II . 4 So ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss last eve leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal Naiad never night nought numbers o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill Ring-doves rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars strange streams summer sweet tears TEIGNMOUTH tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Page 243 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Page 73 - 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...
Page 76 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Page 246 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Page xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 248 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft ? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind : Dulcet-eyed as Ceres...
Page 194 - The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy ! O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!
Page 196 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Page 81 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Page 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.