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This poem by John Keats celebrates the season of autumn. It describes the bountiful harvest and the activities associated with it, such as loading fruit onto vines, swelling gourds and plumping hazel shells. It depicts autumn as a season of abundance, ripeness, and a co-conspirator with the sun in blessing the land with fruit.
This poem by John Keats celebrates the season of autumn. It describes the bountiful harvest and the activities associated with it, such as loading fruit onto vines, swelling gourds and plumping hazel shells. It depicts autumn as a season of abundance, ripeness, and a co-conspirator with the sun in blessing the land with fruit.
This poem by John Keats celebrates the season of autumn. It describes the bountiful harvest and the activities associated with it, such as loading fruit onto vines, swelling gourds and plumping hazel shells. It depicts autumn as a season of abundance, ripeness, and a co-conspirator with the sun in blessing the land with fruit.
21 Ode to Autumn Before high-piled books, in charactery , 1 22 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;; Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Conspiring with him how to load and bless Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, 2 With fruit the vines that round the thatch -eaves run;; And think that I may never live to trace To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;; And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, 3 4 To swell the gourd , and plump the hazel shells That I shall never look upon thee more, 23 With a sweet kernel;; to set budding more, Never have relish in the faery power And still more, later flowers for the bees, Of unreflecting love;;--then on the shore Until they think warm days will never cease, Of the wide world I stand alone, and think 5 6 For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell. Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
24 Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Endymion Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Its lovliness increases;; it will never 7 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;; Pass into nothingness;; but still will keep 8 9 25 Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 10 26 Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;; Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 11 And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 27 Steady thy laden head across a brook;; Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 12 Thou watchest the last oozings , hours by hours. Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Some shape of beauty moves away the pall Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--- From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 28 While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 13 29 And touch the stubble -plains with rosy hue;; For simple sheep;; and such are daffodils 14 30 Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn With the green world they live in;; and clear rills 15 Among the river sallows , borne aloft That for themselves a cooling covert make 31 Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;; 'Gainst the hot season;; the mid-forest brake , 16 And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ;; Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 17 Hedge -crickets sing;; and now with treble soft And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 18 19 The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft , We have imagined for the mighty dead;; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. An endless fountain of immortal drink, 32 Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink . When I have fears When I have fears that I may cease to be Bright Star 20 Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
1 17 Mellow: pleasantly rich, full, or soft hedge: a row of shrubs or small trees that are planted close 2 thatch: sapé to each other in order to form a boundary 3 18 gourd: cabaça redbreast: a species of bird 4 19 hazel: avelaneira croft: a small farm 5 20 over-brim: transbordar teem: to become filled to overflowing 6 21 clammy: moist charactery: a system of written letters or symbols used in the 7 winnow: to remove (the unwanted coverings of seeds) from expression of thought 22 grain by throwing the grain up in the air and letting the wind garner: accumulation 23 blow the unwanted parts away relish: to enjoy or take pleasure in (something) 8 24 reap: to cut and collect Endymion: In Greek mythology, Endymion was variously a 9 furrow: plowed land handsome shepherd, hunter, or king who was said to rule and 10 swath: an area of grass or grain that has been cut or mowed live at Olympia in Elis 11 25 to glean: to pick up after a reaper bower: an attractive dwelling or retreat 12 26 ooze: a soft deposit (as of mud, slime, or shells) on the wreathe: to surround or cover (something) 27 bottom of a body of water dearth: the state or condition of not having enough of 13 stubble: the short ends of crops left in the ground after the something 28 crops have been cut down boon: something pleasant or helpful : a benefit or advantage 14 29 gnat: a small fly that bites people and animals daffodil: a kind of flower (narciso-amarelo) 15 30 sallow (n): salgueiro;; sallow (adj.): pálido, doentio rill: a small brook 16 31 bourn: brook brake: samambaia 32 brink: a bank especially of a river Poems
by
John
Keats
(1795-‐1821)
33 Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- And her eyes were wild. 34 Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, I made a garland for her head, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;; The moving waters at their priestlike task She looked at me as she did love, 45 Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, And made sweet moan . Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-- I set her on my pacing steed, No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, And nothing else saw all day long, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, For sidelong would she bend, and sing To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, A faery's song. Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, She found me roots of relish sweet, 35 And so live ever--or else swoon to death. And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said - To A Cat - Poem by John Keats 'I love thee true'. 36 Cat! who has pass'd thy grand climacteric , How many mice and rats hast in thy days She took me to her elfin grot, 37 Destroy'd? How many tit-bits stolen? Gaze And there she wept and sighed full sore, With those bright languid segments green, and And there I shut her wild wild eyes prick With kisses four. 38 Those velvet ears - but prythee do not stick 39 40 Thy latent talons in me - and tell me all thy frays , And there she lulled me asleep 46 Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick;; And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! - Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists, - The latest dream I ever dreamt 41 For all the wheezy asthma - and for all On the cold hill side. 42 Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, I saw pale kings and princes too, Still is thy fur as when the lists Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;; In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall. They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci 47 Hath thee in thrall! ' La Belle Dame Sans Merci 43 48 Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, I saw their starved lips in the gloam , Alone and palely loitering? With horrid warning gaped wide, The sedge has withered from the lake, And I awoke and found me here, And no birds sing. On the cold hill's side.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, And this is why I sojourn here 44 So haggard and so woe-begone ? Alone and palely loitering, The squirrel's granary is full, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And the harvest's done. And no birds sing.
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light,
33 42 steadfast: firmly fixed in place nick: to cut or damage a small part of the surface of 34 aloft: in the air (something) 35 43 swoon: to become very excited about someone or something ail: to cause pain or trouble for (someone) 36 44 climacteric: a major turning point or critical stage begone: to go away 37 45 tit-bit: a small piece of food moan: a long, low sound that someone makes because of 38 prithee: used to express a wish or request pain, unhappiness, or physical pleasure 39 46 talon: the claw of an animal betide: to happen especially as if by fate 40 47 fray: a usually disorderly or protracted fight, struggle, or thrall: a state of servitude or submission 48 dispute gloam: twilight 41 wheeze: to breathe loudly and with difficulty