The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 75.
Pàgina 2
... doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays pre ...
... doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy griefs dost dress With a bright halo , shining beamily , As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil , Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow , Through the dark robe oft amber rays pre ...
Pàgina 28
... doth dress ; ingly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over wound , The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to ...
... doth dress ; ingly . He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky , And smiles at the far clearness all around , Until his heart is well nigh over wound , The lonely turret , shatter'd , and outworn , Stands venerably proud ; too proud to ...
Pàgina 38
... doth know no fulness , and no bounds . ' True ! -tender monitors ! I bend unto your laws : This sweetest day for dalliance was born ! So , without more ado , I'll feel my heaven anew , For all the blushing of the hasty morn . ON ...
... doth know no fulness , and no bounds . ' True ! -tender monitors ! I bend unto your laws : This sweetest day for dalliance was born ! So , without more ado , I'll feel my heaven anew , For all the blushing of the hasty morn . ON ...
Pàgina 41
... doth his green way beguile IO 20 To fair hostess Merriment , Down beside the pasture Trent ; For he left the merry tale , Messenger for spicy ale . Gone , the merry morris din ; Gone , the song of Gamelyn ; Gone , the tough - belted ...
... doth his green way beguile IO 20 To fair hostess Merriment , Down beside the pasture Trent ; For he left the merry tale , Messenger for spicy ale . Gone , the merry morris din ; Gone , the song of Gamelyn ; Gone , the tough - belted ...
Pàgina 52
... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ...
... doth hang From jagged trunks , and overshadoweth Eternal whispers , glooms , the birth , life , death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness ; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ...
Continguts
1 | |
26 | |
33 | |
35 | |
42 | |
43 | |
48 | |
49 | |
196 | |
198 | |
213 | |
216 | |
232 | |
240 | |
249 | |
284 | |
54 | |
89 | |
100 | |
106 | |
112 | |
118 | |
121 | |
124 | |
136 | |
142 | |
148 | |
154 | |
156 | |
158 | |
192 | |
285 | |
307 | |
322 | |
328 | |
360 | |
410 | |
429 | |
437 | |
443 | |
451 | |
456 | |
463 | |
471 | |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Albert Auranthe beautiful BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON breath bright Brown Charles Armitage Brown Charles Cowden Clarke clouds Conrad dark DEAR death delight Dilke doth dream ears earth Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes fair FANNY FANNY BRAWNE fear feel flowers friend JOHN KEATS gentle George George Keats Gersa give Glocester golden green Hampstead hand happy hast Haydon head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Keats's kiss lady Lamia leave Letters and Literary light lines lips live look Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph mind morning never night numbers o'er Otho pain pleasant pleasure poem poet poetry poor Reynolds round sigh Sigifred silent sister sleep smile soft song sonnet soul spirit sweet tears Teignmouth tell thee thine thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought trees verses voice walk Wentworth Place wings words write written young
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.