The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, Parts 1-2Wiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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... breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth , Bethinking thee , how melancholy loath Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear 12 ENDYMION . [ BOOK 1 .
... breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth , Bethinking thee , how melancholy loath Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx - do thou now , By thy love's milky brow ! By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear 12 ENDYMION . [ BOOK 1 .
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John Keats. By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows ...
John Keats. By all the trembling mazes that she ran , Hear us , great Pan ! " O thou , for whose soul - soothing quiet , turtles Passion their voices cooingly ' mong myrtles , What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows ...
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... to envelope Those who would watch . Perhaps , the trembling knee And frantic gape of lonely Niobe , Poor , lonely Niobe ! when her lovely young Were dead and gone , and her caressing tongue Lay BOOK I. ] 15 ENDYMION .
... to envelope Those who would watch . Perhaps , the trembling knee And frantic gape of lonely Niobe , Poor , lonely Niobe ! when her lovely young Were dead and gone , and her caressing tongue Lay BOOK I. ] 15 ENDYMION .
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... trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead - still as a marble BOOK I. ] 17 ENDYMION .
... trembling palms , Or maiden's sigh , that grief itself embalms : But in the self - same fixed trance he kept , Like one who on the earth had never stept . Ay , even as dead - still as a marble BOOK I. ] 17 ENDYMION .
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... 'd to life again . Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain , He said : " I feel this thine endearing love All through my bosom : thou art as a dove Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings About me ; BOOK 1. ] 19 ENDYMION .
... 'd to life again . Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain , He said : " I feel this thine endearing love All through my bosom : thou art as a dove Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings About me ; BOOK 1. ] 19 ENDYMION .
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Page 104 - 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.
Page 114 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 107 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 109 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Page 38 - Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
Page 64 - Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys ? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Page 115 - 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 33 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Page 129 - 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...
Page 110 - 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...