KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 стор. |
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... tell . His father was a native either of Devon or of Cornwall * ; and his mother's name , Jennings , is common in but not peculiar to Wales . There our evidence ends , and all that we know further of his parents is that they were ...
... tell . His father was a native either of Devon or of Cornwall * ; and his mother's name , Jennings , is common in but not peculiar to Wales . There our evidence ends , and all that we know further of his parents is that they were ...
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... tell how he himself and a student of St Bartholomew's , a merry fellow called Newmarch , having some tincture of poetry , were singled out as companions by Keats , with whom they used to discuss and compare verses , Keats taking always ...
... tell how he himself and a student of St Bartholomew's , a merry fellow called Newmarch , having some tincture of poetry , were singled out as companions by Keats , with whom they used to discuss and compare verses , Keats taking always ...
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... tell what men might mean . ' Keats here for the first time approves himself a poet indeed . The concluding sestet is almost unsurpassed , nor can there be a finer instance of the alchemy of genius than the image of the explorer ...
... tell what men might mean . ' Keats here for the first time approves himself a poet indeed . The concluding sestet is almost unsurpassed , nor can there be a finer instance of the alchemy of genius than the image of the explorer ...
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... tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet ladies , be not frighted ; I'll be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . " : In the hands of Pope , the poetical legislator of the following century , these expedients ...
... tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet ladies , be not frighted ; I'll be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . " : In the hands of Pope , the poetical legislator of the following century , these expedients ...
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... tell of lovely lips and eyes , A clipsome waist , and bosom's balmy rise ? ” " How charming , would he think , to see her here , How heightened then , and perfect would appear The two divinest things the world has got , A lovely woman ...
... tell of lovely lips and eyes , A clipsome waist , and bosom's balmy rise ? ” " How charming , would he think , to see her here , How heightened then , and perfect would appear The two divinest things the world has got , A lovely woman ...
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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
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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.