KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 стор. |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 16
Сторінка 12
... vision and strength of grasp , amidst all that luxuriance of decorative and symbolic invention , and prodigality of romantic incident 1 I owe this anecdote to Mr Gosse , who had it direct from Horne . and detail . It is otherwise with ...
... vision and strength of grasp , amidst all that luxuriance of decorative and symbolic invention , and prodigality of romantic incident 1 I owe this anecdote to Mr Gosse , who had it direct from Horne . and detail . It is otherwise with ...
Сторінка 88
... vision into the heart and nature of man , of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of misery and heartbreak , pain , sickness , and oppression ; whereby this Chamber of Maiden- thought becomes gradually darkened , and at the ...
... vision into the heart and nature of man , of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of misery and heartbreak , pain , sickness , and oppression ; whereby this Chamber of Maiden- thought becomes gradually darkened , and at the ...
Сторінка 95
... vision which haunts Endymion in dreams is for Keats symbolical of Beauty itself , and it is the passion of the human soul for beauty which he attempts , more or less consciously , to shadow forth in the quest of the shepherd - prince ...
... vision which haunts Endymion in dreams is for Keats symbolical of Beauty itself , and it is the passion of the human soul for beauty which he attempts , more or less consciously , to shadow forth in the quest of the shepherd - prince ...
Сторінка 102
... vision of Cybele , Endymion , still travel- ling through the bowels of the earth , is conveyed on an eagle's back ... visions of the earth were gone and fled- He saw the giant sea above his head . ” Hitherto Endymion has been wholly ...
... vision of Cybele , Endymion , still travel- ling through the bowels of the earth , is conveyed on an eagle's back ... visions of the earth were gone and fled- He saw the giant sea above his head . ” Hitherto Endymion has been wholly ...
Сторінка 104
... visions . All these , with his infidelity which is no infidelity after all , his broodings in the Cave of Quietude ... vision ; amidst all in- toxications , disappointment and lassitude will still dog it , until it awakes at last to ...
... visions . All these , with his infidelity which is no infidelity after all , his broodings in the Cave of Quietude ... vision ; amidst all in- toxications , disappointment and lassitude will still dog it , until it awakes at last to ...
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.