Selections from the Poems of John KeatsUniversity Press, 1924 - 172 pages |
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Apollo Bacchus Basil Beadsman beauty Belle Dame Boccaccio breath bright brothers cavern Cenchreas clouds colour Corinth couplet Dame sans Merci dark dead death delight dewy divine doth dream Dryope earth Enceladus Endymion eternal Eve of St eyes fair Fall of Hyperion Fancy flowers forest goddess golden green hair happy hath heart heaven Hyperion Isabella JOHN KEATS Keats Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt lines Lorenzo lovers Lycius Madeline maiden Melancholy Mermaid Tavern moon mortal mount Helicon mountains mysterious narrative nature never night o'er ODE TO PSYCHE pain palace pale passage passion pleasure poem Poesy poetry poets Porphyro Psyche published rhyme round Saturn sense Shakespeare silver sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit St Agnes stanza stars story streams sweet syllables tears Thea thee thine thou trees verse vision voice volume of 1820 wings word written young ΙΟ
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Page 76 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Page 103 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" 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.
Page 64 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 86 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Page 155 - She was a Goddess of the infant world; By her in stature the tall Amazon Had stood a pigmy's height: she would have ta'en Achilles by the hair and bent his neck; Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel.
Page 69 - Tis dark: quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: 'This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline!' 'Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: 'No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. — Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? 330 I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing; — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
Page 74 - 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.
Page 72 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Page 67 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Page 71 - 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...