KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 стор. |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 37
Сторінка vii
... hand of a few of Keats's poems ; reminiscences or brief memoirs of the poet by his friends Charles Cowden Clarke ( the first draft of the paper above cited as no . 10 ) , Henry Stephens , George Felton Mathew , Joseph Severn , and ...
... hand of a few of Keats's poems ; reminiscences or brief memoirs of the poet by his friends Charles Cowden Clarke ( the first draft of the paper above cited as no . 10 ) , Henry Stephens , George Felton Mathew , Joseph Severn , and ...
Сторінка viii
... hand of Mr Taylor and some in that of Keats himself . III . WOODHOUSE MSS . B. A note - book in which the same Woodhouse has copied - evidently for Mr Taylor , at the time when that gentleman was meditating a biography of the poet - a ...
... hand of Mr Taylor and some in that of Keats himself . III . WOODHOUSE MSS . B. A note - book in which the same Woodhouse has copied - evidently for Mr Taylor , at the time when that gentleman was meditating a biography of the poet - a ...
Сторінка 2
... hands of his son - in - law . The young couple lived at the stable , at the sign of the Swan - and- Hoop , Finsbury Pavement , facing the then open space of Lower Moorfields . Here their eldest child , the poet JOHN KEATS , was born ...
... hands of his son - in - law . The young couple lived at the stable , at the sign of the Swan - and- Hoop , Finsbury Pavement , facing the then open space of Lower Moorfields . Here their eldest child , the poet JOHN KEATS , was born ...
Сторінка 9
... a book out of his hand . At this time he won easily all the literature prizes of the school , and in addition to his proper work imposed on himself such voluntary tasks as the translation of the whole Æneid in 1. ] SCHOOL LIFE .
... a book out of his hand . At this time he won easily all the literature prizes of the school , and in addition to his proper work imposed on himself such voluntary tasks as the translation of the whole Æneid in 1. ] SCHOOL LIFE .
Сторінка 14
... hand which clenched itself at Hammond . " It seems unlikely that the cause was any neglect of duty on the part of the poet - apprentice , who was not devoid of thoroughness and resolution in the performance even of uncongenial tasks ...
... hand which clenched itself at Hammond . " It seems unlikely that the cause was any neglect of duty on the part of the poet - apprentice , who was not devoid of thoroughness and resolution in the performance even of uncongenial tasks ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
Abbey admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St expression eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's kind Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton Milton mind nature never once partly passage passion piece pleasant poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring St Agnes stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walked Winchester words Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 178 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Сторінка 170 - 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 177 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 219 - 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 30 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Сторінка 177 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 173 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 173 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Сторінка 60 - What though I am not wealthy in the dower Of spanning wisdom ; though I do not know The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow Hither and thither all the changing thoughts Of man : though no great minist'ring reason sorts Out the dark mysteries of human souls To clear conceiving : yet there ever rolls A vast idea before me, and I glean Therefrom my liberty ; thence too I've seen The end and aim of Poesy.
Сторінка 112 - I find earlier days are gone by — I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but continual drinking of knowledge.