 They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings: O folly! What is Love? and where is it? And for that poor Ambition! it springs From a man's little heart's short fever-fit; For Poesy! — no, — she has not a joy, — At least for me, — so sweet as drowsy...  Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats - Page 277by Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848Full view - About this book
 | John Keats - Poets, English - 1848 - 414 pages
...more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. iv. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly...drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, That I may never know how change the moons, Or hear the voice... | |
 | John Keats - Poets, English - 1848 - 420 pages
...more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek,— I knew to be my demon Poesy. IV. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly...a man's little heart's short fever-fit; For Poesy !—no,—she has not a joy,— At least for me,—so sweet as drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in... | |
 | American periodicals - 1848 - 602 pages
...And for that poor Ambition I it springs From a man's little heart's short fever-fit ; For Poesy I — no, — she has not a joy, — At least for me, —...drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, That I may never know how change the jnoons, Or hear the voice... | |
 | John Keats - 1871 - 402 pages
...love more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly ! What is Love ? and where is it ? An3 for that poor Ambition ! it springs From a man's little heart's short fever-fit ; For Poesy !... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 310 pages
...more, the more of blame Is heap'd upbn her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. IV. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly...drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, .That I may never know how change the moons, Or hear the voice... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 608 pages
...This is the only happiness, and is a rare instance of advantage in the body overpowering the mind." They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings : O folly!...a man's little heart's short fever-fit; For Poesy !—no,—she has not a joy,— At least for me,—so sweet as drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in... | |
 | John Keats - 1884 - 420 pages
...love more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly...so sweet as drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honey'd indolence ; O, for an age so shelter' d from annoy, That I may never know how change the moons,... | |
 | John Keats - 1891 - 236 pages
...more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. 4. They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly...drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, That I may never know how change the moons, Or hear the voice... | |
 | John Keats - 1895 - 706 pages
...more, the more of blame Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. 4They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly !...drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honied indolence ; O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy, That I may never know how change the moons, Or hear the voice... | |
 | John Keats - Poetry - 1896 - 338 pages
...the more of blame Is heaped upon her, maiden most unmeek, — I knew to be my demon Poesy. 3° 4They faded, and, forsooth ! I wanted wings : O folly !...fever-fit; For Poesy ! — no, — she has not a joy, — 35 At least for me, — so sweet as drowsy noons, And evenings steep'd in honeyed indolence ; Oh,... | |
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