Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats, Том 1 |
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... imagination measured what he might have become by what he was , it stood astounded at the result . Therefore the circumstances of his life and writings appeared to me of a high literary interest , and I looked on whatever unpublished ...
... imagination measured what he might have become by what he was , it stood astounded at the result . Therefore the circumstances of his life and writings appeared to me of a high literary interest , and I looked on whatever unpublished ...
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... imaginative faculty , which enables the poet to vivify the phantoms of the hour , and to purify the objects of sense , beyond what the moralist may sanction , or the mere practical man can understand . : I thus came to the conclusion ...
... imaginative faculty , which enables the poet to vivify the phantoms of the hour , and to purify the objects of sense , beyond what the moralist may sanction , or the mere practical man can understand . : I thus came to the conclusion ...
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... imagination ready to inundate the world , yet learning to flow within regulated channels and abating its violence without lessening its strength . It is thus no more than the beginning of a Life which can here be written , and nothing ...
... imagination ready to inundate the world , yet learning to flow within regulated channels and abating its violence without lessening its strength . It is thus no more than the beginning of a Life which can here be written , and nothing ...
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... imagination when they went to school with the notion of keeping up the family's reputation for courage . This was manifested in the elder brother by a passive manliness , but in John and Tom by the fiercest pug- nacity . John was always ...
... imagination when they went to school with the notion of keeping up the family's reputation for courage . This was manifested in the elder brother by a passive manliness , but in John and Tom by the fiercest pug- nacity . John was always ...
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... imagination to the enchanted world of old mythology ; with this , at once , he became intimately acquainted , and a natural consanguinity , so to say , of intellect , soon domesticated him with the ancient ideal life , so that his ...
... imagination to the enchanted world of old mythology ; with this , at once , he became intimately acquainted , and a natural consanguinity , so to say , of intellect , soon domesticated him with the ancient ideal life , so that his ...
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Сторінка 95 - 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 43 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Сторінка 37 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Сторінка 278 - Free virtue should enthral to force or chance. Their song was partial, but the harmony (What could it less when spirits immortal sing?) Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment The thronging audience.
Сторінка 29 - tis a gentle luxury to weep, That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud ; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time — with a billowy main A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
Сторінка 266 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless ; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence ; " my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.
Сторінка 278 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Сторінка 214 - Whose prelude held all envy, hate and wrong But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Сторінка 103 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Сторінка 98 - I think a little change has taken place in my intellect lately — I cannot bear to be uninterested or unemployed, I, who for so long a time have been addicted to passiveness.