The Poetical Works of John KeatsE. H. Butler, 1855 - 350 стор. |
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... Fancy , 304 Ode , 307 To Autumn , 308 Ode on Melancholy , 309 Lines on the Mermaid Tavern , 311 Robin Hood , 312 Sleep and Poetry , 314 Stanzas , 327 To George Felton Mathew , Το my Brother George , To Charles Cowden Clarke , EPISTLES ...
... Fancy , 304 Ode , 307 To Autumn , 308 Ode on Melancholy , 309 Lines on the Mermaid Tavern , 311 Robin Hood , 312 Sleep and Poetry , 314 Stanzas , 327 To George Felton Mathew , Το my Brother George , To Charles Cowden Clarke , EPISTLES ...
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... fancy with the ideal life of ancient Greece , and whether a more distinct knowledge of what the old mythology really meant , would , or would not , have hindered that reconstruction of forms " Not yet dead , But in old marbles ever ...
... fancy with the ideal life of ancient Greece , and whether a more distinct knowledge of what the old mythology really meant , would , or would not , have hindered that reconstruction of forms " Not yet dead , But in old marbles ever ...
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... fancy . " He ramped through the scenes of romance , " writes Mr. Clarke , " like a young horse turned into a spring meadow : " he could talk of nothing else : his countenance would light up at each rich expression , and his strong frame ...
... fancy . " He ramped through the scenes of romance , " writes Mr. Clarke , " like a young horse turned into a spring meadow : " he could talk of nothing else : his countenance would light up at each rich expression , and his strong frame ...
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... fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . Keats always defended himself energetically against the notion that he belonged to Leigh Hunt's or any other school . " I refused , " he wrote , " to visit Shelley ...
... fancy of the one were easily pressed on the imagination of the other . Keats always defended himself energetically against the notion that he belonged to Leigh Hunt's or any other school . " I refused , " he wrote , " to visit Shelley ...
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... fancy , and thus shadowed out in the first poem of his early volume : - " He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought , in faintness solemn ...
... fancy , and thus shadowed out in the first poem of his early volume : - " He was a poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from the myrtle vale below ; And brought , in faintness solemn ...
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Сторінка 309 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Сторінка 297 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 299 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Сторінка 347 - 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 Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Сторінка 233 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Сторінка 305 - Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May ; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep : And the snake, all winter-thin, Cast on sunny bank its skin ; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see Hatching in the hawthorn -tree. When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest ; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm ; Acorns ripe down-pattering While the autumn breezes sing.
Сторінка 239 - Let us away, my love, with happy speed ; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, — Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead : Awake ! arise ! my love, and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
Сторінка 37 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Сторінка 228 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Сторінка 229 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.