The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
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Pàgina xx
... thing it is , —how great things are to be gained by it , what a thing to be in the mouth of Fame , that at last the idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly consented with myself ...
... thing it is , —how great things are to be gained by it , what a thing to be in the mouth of Fame , that at last the idea has grown so monstrously beyond my seeming power of attainment , that the other day I nearly consented with myself ...
Pàgina 18
... thing That breathes about us in the vacant air ; So that we look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of ... things , And die away in ardent mutterings . 40 No one who once the glorious sun has seen , And all the clouds , and ...
... thing That breathes about us in the vacant air ; So that we look around with prying stare , Perhaps to see shapes of ... things , And die away in ardent mutterings . 40 No one who once the glorious sun has seen , And all the clouds , and ...
Pàgina 47
... thing accomplished ; a poor prologue to what , if I live , I humbly hope to do . In duty to the Public I should have kept it back for a year or two , know- ing it to be so faulty ; but I really cannot do so , by repetition my favourite ...
... thing accomplished ; a poor prologue to what , if I live , I humbly hope to do . In duty to the Public I should have kept it back for a year or two , know- ing it to be so faulty ; but I really cannot do so , by repetition my favourite ...
Pàgina 48
... thing of clay . If there is any fault in the Preface it is not affectation , but an undersong of disrespect to the Public . If I write an- other Preface , it must be without a thought of those people - I will think about it . If it ...
... thing of clay . If there is any fault in the Preface it is not affectation , but an undersong of disrespect to the Public . If I write an- other Preface , it must be without a thought of those people - I will think about it . If it ...
Pàgina 65
... thing , even to the pearly cup Meander gave me , - for I bubbled up To fainting creatures in a desert wild . But woe is me , I am but as a child To gladden thee ; and all I dare to say , Is , that I pity thee ; that on this day I've ...
... thing , even to the pearly cup Meander gave me , - for I bubbled up To fainting creatures in a desert wild . But woe is me , I am but as a child To gladden thee ; and all I dare to say , Is , that I pity thee ; that on this day I've ...
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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.