The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... DEAR ! ' VERSES WRITTEN DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND . I. ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS • · II . TO AILSA ROCK . 120 121 III . IN WRITTEN WHERE BURNS WAS BORN . 121 IV . AT FINGAL'S CAVE THE COTTAGE · 122 V. WRITTEN UPON THE TOP OF BEN ...
... DEAR ! ' VERSES WRITTEN DURING A TOUR IN SCOTLAND . I. ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS • · II . TO AILSA ROCK . 120 121 III . IN WRITTEN WHERE BURNS WAS BORN . 121 IV . AT FINGAL'S CAVE THE COTTAGE · 122 V. WRITTEN UPON THE TOP OF BEN ...
Pàgina 16
... dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew and tumbling streams , Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams , 120 Lover of loneliness , and ...
... dear delight Of this fair world , and all its gentle livers ; Spangler of clouds , halo of crystal rivers , Mingler with leaves , and dew and tumbling streams , Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams , 120 Lover of loneliness , and ...
Pàgina 17
... dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless ...
... dear friends , nigh foolish with delight ; Who feel their arms , and breasts , and kiss and stare , And on their placid foreheads part the hair . 230 Young men and maidens at each other gaz'd , With hands held back , and motionless ...
Pàgina 25
... dear delight That maids will sing them on their bridal night . Gay villagers , upon a morn of May , When they have tired their gentle limbs with play , And form'd a snowy circle on the grass , And plac'd in midst of all that lovely lass ...
... dear delight That maids will sing them on their bridal night . Gay villagers , upon a morn of May , When they have tired their gentle limbs with play , And form'd a snowy circle on the grass , And plac'd in midst of all that lovely lass ...
Pàgina 26
... dear George , to you ! TO MY BROTHER GEORGE The first in the group of sonnets in the 1817 volume . A transcript by George Keats bears the date ' Margate , August , 1816. ' MANY the wonders I this day have seen : The sun , when first he ...
... dear George , to you ! TO MY BROTHER GEORGE The first in the group of sonnets in the 1817 volume . A transcript by George Keats bears the date ' Margate , August , 1816. ' MANY the wonders I this day have seen : The sun , when first he ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 144 - 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...
Pàgina 131 - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Pàgina 139 - I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Pàgina 259 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 145 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Pàgina 135 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pàgina 145 - 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.
Pàgina 135 - 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?
Pàgina 49 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Pàgina 127 - Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.