Poems of Keats: Endymion: The Volume of 1820, and Other PoemsCambridge University Press, 1917 - 330 pages |
Common terms and phrases
Apollo Arethusa Bacchus beauty beneath bliss breath bright Carian clouds cold dark death deep divine dost doth dream ears earth Enceladus Endymion Eve of St eyes face faint fair feel flowers forest gentle goddess golden green grief hand happy hath heart heaven Hyperion immortal John Hamilton Reynolds Keats Keats's kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt letter light lips look'd Lycius melancholy melodies Mnemosyne moon morning mortal night o'er Oceanus Ode on Melancholy Ode to Psyche pain pale Paradise Lost pass'd passion Peona poem poet poet's rose round Saturn Scylla seem'd shade Sidney Colvin sigh silent silver sing sleep soft song sorrow soul spake spirit St Agnes stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Titans trees trembling twas verse vision voice weep wild wind wings wonder words young youth
Popular passages
Page 289 - Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Page 223 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Page 262 - None can usurp this height," returned that shade, " But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.
Page xxxiii - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Page 207 - 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 210 - 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!
Page xxix - Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self — It is everything and nothing — It has no character — it enjoys light and shade ; it lives in gusto, be it foul or fair, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated. — It has as much delight in conceiving an lago as an Imogen.
Page 199 - 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...
Page 222 - 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 210 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 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!