Letters of John Keats to His Family and FriendsMacmillan and Company, 1891 - 377 стор. |
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... . Petersburg , and failing , came home , and took , he also , to literature , chiefly as a contributor to the various periodicals edited by Leigh Hunt . He lived mostly in Italy from 1822 to 1834 , then for xviii PREFACE.
... . Petersburg , and failing , came home , and took , he also , to literature , chiefly as a contributor to the various periodicals edited by Leigh Hunt . He lived mostly in Italy from 1822 to 1834 , then for xviii PREFACE.
Сторінка xix
... took a second husband , a Mr. Jeffrey , already mentioned as the corre- spondent of Lord Houghton . Frances Mary Keats ( 1803- 1889 ) , always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a ...
... took a second husband , a Mr. Jeffrey , already mentioned as the corre- spondent of Lord Houghton . Frances Mary Keats ( 1803- 1889 ) , always called Fanny in the delightful series of letters which her brother addressed to her as a ...
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... took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III . Scene ii.- Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness . Before I come ...
... took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III . Scene ii.- Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impossible passages of grossness . Before I come ...
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... the Peninsula War and afterwards took orders : Chaplain - General to the Forces from 1846 to 1875 : author of the Subaltern and many military tales and histories . XIX - TO BENJAMIN BAILEY . : [ Hampstead about 1817 ] 35 TO BAILEY.
... the Peninsula War and afterwards took orders : Chaplain - General to the Forces from 1846 to 1875 : author of the Subaltern and many military tales and histories . XIX - TO BENJAMIN BAILEY . : [ Hampstead about 1817 ] 35 TO BAILEY.
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... took it into his head to write the following , -something about " we'll talk on Wordsworth , Byron , a theme we never tire on ; " and so forth till he comes to Hunt and Keats . In the Motto they have put Hunt and Keats in large letters ...
... took it into his head to write the following , -something about " we'll talk on Wordsworth , Byron , a theme we never tire on ; " and so forth till he comes to Hunt and Keats . In the Motto they have put Hunt and Keats in large letters ...
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affectionate Brother JOHN affectionate friend JOHN beautiful Ben Nevis BENJAMIN BAILEY BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy delightful Devonshire Dilke dined Endymion eyes FANNY KEATS feel friend JOHN KEATS George give glad Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt idea Imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Lady lately leave Leigh Hunt letter Little Britain live look Miles mind Miss morning Mountains never night perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem poet Poetry poor Port Patrick pretty remember Rice seen Shakspeare sincere friend JOHN sister sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit talk TAYLOR Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday young
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Сторінка 235 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Сторінка 207 - BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth ! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new ? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wond'rous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees And one another, in soft ease...
Сторінка 258 - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming : Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind...
Сторінка 259 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Сторінка 25 - But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
Сторінка 168 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Сторінка 48 - 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 167 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict...
Сторінка 105 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Сторінка 69 - Or the seven stars to light you, Or the polar ray to right you; But you never may behold Little John, or Robin bold; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair hostess Merriment, Down beside the pasture Trent; For he left the merry tale Messenger for spicy ale.