John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John Keats. (1795–1821) (continued) |
| 5921 |
| Music’s golden tongue Flatter’d to tears this aged man and poor. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3. |
| 5922 |
| The silver snarling trumpets ’gan to chide. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 4. |
| 5923 |
| Asleep in lap of legends old. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 15. |
| 5924 |
| Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 16. |
| 5925 |
| A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 18. |
| 5926 |
| As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27. |
| 5927 |
| And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 30. |
| 5928 |
| He play’d an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call’d “La belle dame sans mercy.” |
| The Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 33. |
| 5929 |
| That large utterance of the early gods! |
| Hyperion. Book i. |
| 5930 |
| Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. |
| Hyperion. Book i. |
| 5931 |
| The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. |
| Hyperion. Book ii. |
| 5932 |
| Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd mouth. |
| Ode to a Nightingale. |
| 5933 |
| 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 ofttimes hath Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. |
| Ode to a Nightingale. |