John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) John Keats. (17951821) 5921
Musics golden tongue Flatterd 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 playd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence calld 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 Charmd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Ode to a Nightingale.