English Questions

it's most important / it's of paramount importance

The poetry of earth is never dead (...) The poetry of earth is ceasing never

Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music: -- Do I wake or sleep?

Conspiring with him how to load and bless / With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run

Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, / Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard / Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on

supporter/ (suivi de by) se conformer à/ demeurer

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, / Thou foster-child of silence and slow time

Apollo shriek'd; -- and lo! from all his limbs / Celestial ...

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen / And with thee fade away into the forest dim

jeter / distribuer (rôles)/ fondre (métal)

for it feeds upon the burrs, / And thorns of life; forgetting the great end / Of poesy, that it should be a friend / To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? / What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? / What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art!

Awakening up, he took her hollow lute, -- / Tumultuous, -- and, in chords that tenderest be, / He play'd an ancient ditty, long since mute, / In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans mercy"

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, / Conquer all mysteries by rule and line

Darkling I listen; / and, for many a time / I have been half in love with easeful Death

Awake, for ever, in a sweet unrest, / To hear, to feel her tender taken breath, / Half passionless, and so swoon on to death.

To one who has been long in city pent, / 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair / And open face of heaven, -- to breathe a prayer

Upon a time, before the faery broods / Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods