The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, 第 2 卷Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... SIGIFRED , an Officer , friend of Ludolph . THEODORE , GONFRED , Officers . ETHELBERT , an Abbot . GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights , Attendants , and Soldiers . ERMINIA , Niece of ...
... SIGIFRED , an Officer , friend of Ludolph . THEODORE , GONFRED , Officers . ETHELBERT , an Abbot . GERSA , Prince of Hungary . An Hungarian Captain . Physician . Page . Nobles , Knights , Attendants , and Soldiers . ERMINIA , Niece of ...
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... Sigifred ! ALBERT . He has not yet return'd , my gracious liege . OTHO . What then ! No tidings of my friendly Arab ? None , mighty Otho . CONRAD . 35 . [ To one of his Knights , who goes out . Send forth instantly An hundred horsemen ...
... Sigifred ! ALBERT . He has not yet return'd , my gracious liege . OTHO . What then ! No tidings of my friendly Arab ? None , mighty Otho . CONRAD . 35 . [ To one of his Knights , who goes out . Send forth instantly An hundred horsemen ...
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... SIGIFRED . My Prince , you think too harshly— LUDOLPH . Can I so ? Hath he not gall'd my spirit to the quick ? And with a sullen rigour obstinate Pour'd out a phial of wrath upon my faults ? Hunted me as the Tartar does the boar ...
... SIGIFRED . My Prince , you think too harshly— LUDOLPH . Can I so ? Hath he not gall'd my spirit to the quick ? And with a sullen rigour obstinate Pour'd out a phial of wrath upon my faults ? Hunted me as the Tartar does the boar ...
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... SIGIFRED . Yet , for all this , I would you had appear'd among those lords , And ta'en his favour . LUDOLPH . Ha ! till now I thought My friend had held poor Ludolph's honour dear . What ! would you have me sue before his throne And ...
... SIGIFRED . Yet , for all this , I would you had appear'd among those lords , And ta'en his favour . LUDOLPH . Ha ! till now I thought My friend had held poor Ludolph's honour dear . What ! would you have me sue before his throne And ...
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... SIGIFRED . 90 95 100 Be not so rash ; wait till his wrath shall pass , Until his royal spirit softly ebbs 105 Self - influenced ; then , in his morning dreams He will forgive thee , and awake in grief To have not thy good morrow ...
... SIGIFRED . 90 95 100 Be not so rash ; wait till his wrath shall pass , Until his royal spirit softly ebbs 105 Self - influenced ; then , in his morning dreams He will forgive thee , and awake in grief To have not thy good morrow ...
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Agnes ALBERT Aldine edition AURANTHE Basil beauty breath bright cancelled in favour Cancelled manuscript reading cancelled reading cold CONRAD copy of Endymion Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dated death doth dream ears earth edition Endymion ERMINIA ETHELBERT Eve of St eyes faery fair flowers George Keats GERSA GLOCESTER gloom golden hair hand happy hath head heart heaven Hyperion John Hamilton Reynolds Keats Keats's lady Lamia Leigh Hunt Letters &c line 9 lips Literary Remains look'd Lord Houghton LUDOLPH Lycius Madeline melody moan moon morning mortal never night o'er Otho pain pale pass'd poem poet Porphyro Reynolds rhyme Rossetti Saturn seem'd shade sigh SIGIFRED Sir Charles Dilke's sleep soft song sonnet soul spirit stands cancelled stanza stars stood sweet tears Teignmouth tell thee thine thing thou art thought verse voice warm weep wings word written wrote Отно
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第 132 頁 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
第 106 頁 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
第 110 頁 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 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!
第 111 頁 - 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?
第 106 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
第 132 頁 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
第 104 頁 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
第 37 頁 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
第 107 頁 - 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 Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
第 87 頁 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.