Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 стор. |
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... never again be secure in robustness . " The residence of Keats and his brother Tom in Hampstead , a first - floor lodging , was in Well Walk , No. 1 , next to the Wells Tavern , which was then called the Green Man . The reader who has a ...
... never again be secure in robustness . " The residence of Keats and his brother Tom in Hampstead , a first - floor lodging , was in Well Walk , No. 1 , next to the Wells Tavern , which was then called the Green Man . The reader who has a ...
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... never came , no purchaser for the boat being procurable . Out of the £ 1,100 which Tom Keats had left , George received £ 440 , John hardly more than £ 200 , George thus repaying himself some money which had been previously advanced for ...
... never came , no purchaser for the boat being procurable . Out of the £ 1,100 which Tom Keats had left , George received £ 440 , John hardly more than £ 200 , George thus repaying himself some money which had been previously advanced for ...
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... never to be forgotten , said : ' I know the colour of that blood - it is arterial blood . I cannot be deceived in that colour . That drop is my death - warrant ; I must die . ' A surgeon arrived shortly , bled Keats , and pronounced the ...
... never to be forgotten , said : ' I know the colour of that blood - it is arterial blood . I cannot be deceived in that colour . That drop is my death - warrant ; I must die . ' A surgeon arrived shortly , bled Keats , and pronounced the ...
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... never met again . The hand with which he grasped Brown's , and which he had of old " clenched against Hammond's , " was now , according to his own words , " that of a man of fifty . " Things had thus gone on pretty well with Keats's ...
... never met again . The hand with which he grasped Brown's , and which he had of old " clenched against Hammond's , " was now , according to his own words , " that of a man of fifty . " Things had thus gone on pretty well with Keats's ...
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... never change ? My love , will it ? I have no limit now to my love . " Your note came in just here . I cannot be ' happier ' away from you ; ' tis richer than an argosy of pearls . Do not threat me , even in jest . I have been astonished ...
... never change ? My love , will it ? I have no limit now to my love . " Your note came in just here . I cannot be ' happier ' away from you ; ' tis richer than an argosy of pearls . Do not threat me , even in jest . I have been astonished ...
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Сторінка 151 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 151 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Сторінка 196 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 197 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Сторінка 153 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Сторінка 87 - Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Сторінка 95 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Сторінка 88 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal— a new birth...
Сторінка 196 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Сторінка 94 - 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.
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