the eve of st agnes

        The brain, new stuff'd, in youth, with triumphs gay A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing,         For Madeline.         As, supperless to bed they must retire, Out went the taper as she hurried in; XXXI. Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd, The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. While legion'd faeries pac'd the coverlet.         The sculptur'd dead, on each side, seem to freeze, Because of her steadfastness and purity, Agnes became the patron saint of young virgins, her feast day falling on January 21. She seem'd a splendid angel, newly drest.         Through many a dusky gallery, they gain His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man; Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a tomb. The lover's endless minutes slowly pass'd; The dame return'd, and whisper'd in his ear.         How chang'd thou art! Awakening up, he took her hollow lute,— The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide: The level chambers, ready with their pride. But let me laugh awhile, I've mickle time to grieve.".         "O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.".         And on her hair a glory, like a saint:         And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings,         Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees:         Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans mercy": Wherewith disturb'd, she utter'd a soft moan: Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one. "Ah!         And as she mutter'd "Well-a—well-a-day!" The while: Ah! January 20th is the Eve of St Agnes, traditionally the night when girls and unmarried women wishing to dream of their future husbands would perform certain rituals before going to bed. Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.         Good Angela, believe me by these tears; And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye. It is widely considered to be amongst his finest poems and was influential in 19th On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care. why wilt thou affright a feeble soul? From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. She was condemned to be executed after being raped all night in a brothel; however, a miraculous thunderstorm saved her from rape. They glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall; Like phantoms, to the iron porch, they glide; The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide, By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide:—, The chains lie silent on the footworn stones;—. Anon his heart revives: her vespers done. flit! Though I have found, I will not rob thy nest That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form.         This very night: good angels her deceive! Those looks immortal, those complainings dear!         To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, 'tis an elfin-storm from faery land, The bloated wassaillers will never heed:—, There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,—. "Hark! Safe at last, said she, "but even now         His lady's purpose; and he scarce could brook         And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there,         Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide She danc'd along with vague, regardless eyes, And breath'd himself: then from the closet crept. X.         All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords ‘The Eve of St. Agnes’ was created in 1867 by William Holman Hunt in Romanticism style. However, most readers have admired the poem for its superlative hyperbolic descriptive language, and Keats’s ability to maintain a series of Spenserian stanzas without resorting to too many archaic words. Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far A casement high and triple-arch'd there was. XIV.         To a safe level matting. The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Her eyes were open, but she still beheld, There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd, The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, God's help!         Numerous as shadows haunting fairily Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline:         And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, John Keats was born in London on 31 October 1795, the eldest of Thomas and Frances Jennings Keats’s four children. Madeline is a tragic victim, but how far is she complicit in her fate?         Tumultuous,—and, in chords that tenderest be, We're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit.         Young virgins might have visions of delight,         Whose very dogs would execrations howl Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform; For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold. Take, for instance the stained glass and its ‘scutcheon’ (coat of arms).         With a huge empty flaggon by his side: thou must needs the lady wed, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings. 39. Flit like a ghost away. A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing.         And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue         Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require         That he might see her beauty unespied, The poem remains controversial, with some critics considering it one of Keats’s most romantic works and others asserting that Porphyro is in a sense “date-raping” Madeline. Feebly she laugheth in the languid moon, And Madeline asleep in lap of legends old. Soon, up aloft, It is almost as if he was setting himself as difficult a challenge as possible. Edition Notes Series Illuminated missal series. 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