Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 стор. |
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... hand that clenched itself against Hammond's " ; indicating , not any quarrel , but the friendly habitual clasp of hand against hand . " Seven years ago " would reach back to September 1812 : whereas Keats did not part from Hammond until ...
... hand that clenched itself against Hammond's " ; indicating , not any quarrel , but the friendly habitual clasp of hand against hand . " Seven years ago " would reach back to September 1812 : whereas Keats did not part from Hammond until ...
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... hand . Leigh Hunt ( born in 1784 , and there- fore Keats's senior by some eleven years ) is known to us all as a fresh and airy essayist , a fresh and airy poet , a liberal thinker in the morals both of society and of politics ( hardly ...
... hand . Leigh Hunt ( born in 1784 , and there- fore Keats's senior by some eleven years ) is known to us all as a fresh and airy essayist , a fresh and airy poet , a liberal thinker in the morals both of society and of politics ( hardly ...
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... hands with Keats , he said aside to Hunt , " There is death in that hand . " Nothing is extant to show that at so early a date as this , or even for some considerable while after , any of Keats's immediate friends shared the ominous ...
... hands with Keats , he said aside to Hunt , " There is death in that hand . " Nothing is extant to show that at so early a date as this , or even for some considerable while after , any of Keats's immediate friends shared the ominous ...
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... hand .... We had a most wretched walk of thirty - seven miles across the island of Mull , and then we crossed to Iona . " In another letter he says : " Walked up to my knees in bog ; got a sore throat ; gone to see Icolmkill and Staffa ...
... hand .... We had a most wretched walk of thirty - seven miles across the island of Mull , and then we crossed to Iona . " In another letter he says : " Walked up to my knees in bog ; got a sore throat ; gone to see Icolmkill and Staffa ...
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... hands at the time . The next three months were passed by Keats along with Tom at their Hampstead lodgings . Anxiety and affection - warm affection , deep anxiety - were of no avail . Tom died at the beginning of December , aged just ...
... hands at the time . The next three months were passed by Keats along with Tom at their Hampstead lodgings . Anxiety and affection - warm affection , deep anxiety - were of no avail . Tom died at the beginning of December , aged just ...
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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 114 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
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 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 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 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 196 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave...
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