The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxii
... mystic ' La Belle Dame sans merci , ' it is not perhaps too speculative a judgment which sees the keenest anguish of a passionate soul transmuted into terms of impersonal " poesy . There is no hectic flush about the poetry xxii JOHN KEATS.
... mystic ' La Belle Dame sans merci , ' it is not perhaps too speculative a judgment which sees the keenest anguish of a passionate soul transmuted into terms of impersonal " poesy . There is no hectic flush about the poetry xxii JOHN KEATS.
Pàgina 2
... soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touch'd her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffer'd them to die . O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy ...
... soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touch'd her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst caught the tones , nor suffer'd them to die . O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less Delightful : thou thy ...
Pàgina 5
... soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams before my mind's eye ' flit , And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head . Whene'er I wander , at the fall of ...
... soul in gloom ; When no fair dreams before my mind's eye ' flit , And the bare heath of life presents no bloom ; Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head . Whene'er I wander , at the fall of ...
Pàgina 6
... soul , Her pride , her freedom ; and not free- dom's shade . From thy bright eyes unusual bright- ness shed ... soul looks out through renovated eyes . Then , through thy Temple wide , melodi- ous swells The sweet majestic tone of Maro's ...
... soul , Her pride , her freedom ; and not free- dom's shade . From thy bright eyes unusual bright- ness shed ... soul looks out through renovated eyes . Then , through thy Temple wide , melodi- ous swells The sweet majestic tone of Maro's ...
Pàgina 12
... soul into the realms above , Regions of peace and everlasting love ; Where happy spirits , crown'd with cir- clets bright Of starry beam , and gloriously bedight , Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove . There thou or joinest ...
... soul into the realms above , Regions of peace and everlasting love ; Where happy spirits , crown'd with cir- clets bright Of starry beam , and gloriously bedight , Taste the high joy none but the blest can prove . There thou or joinest ...
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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.