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... charm of Lord Houghton's work will keep it fresh , as a rec- ord of the poet's life it can no longer be said to be sufficient . Since the revised edition of the Life and Letters appeared in 1867 , other students and lovers of Keats have ...
... charm of Lord Houghton's work will keep it fresh , as a rec- ord of the poet's life it can no longer be said to be sufficient . Since the revised edition of the Life and Letters appeared in 1867 , other students and lovers of Keats have ...
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... , can be less Spenserian , and at the same time less Byronic , than- " For sure so fair a place was never seen Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye ? " The Passions - a terrific band- And each vibrates the 11. ] 21 FIRST POEMS .
... , can be less Spenserian , and at the same time less Byronic , than- " For sure so fair a place was never seen Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye ? " The Passions - a terrific band- And each vibrates the 11. ] 21 FIRST POEMS .
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... charm we have only to turn at random to Chaucer : " I - clothed was sche fresh for to devyse . Hir yelwe hair was browded in a tresse , Byhynde her bak , a yerdë long , I gesse , And in the garden as the sonne upriste She walketh up and ...
... charm we have only to turn at random to Chaucer : " I - clothed was sche fresh for to devyse . Hir yelwe hair was browded in a tresse , Byhynde her bak , a yerdë long , I gesse , And in the garden as the sonne upriste She walketh up and ...
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... charm of classic fable , and was scholar enough to produce about this time some agreeable translations of the Sicilian pastorals , and some , less adequate , of Homer . The poets Hunt loved best were Ariosto and the other Italian ...
... charm of classic fable , and was scholar enough to produce about this time some agreeable translations of the Sicilian pastorals , and some , less adequate , of Homer . The poets Hunt loved best were Ariosto and the other Italian ...
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... charm which Mr. Ruskin describes in him when they first met five - and - twenty years later at Rome . From the moment of their introduction Severn 1 See Appendix , p . 221 . 2 See Praeterita , vol . ii . , chap . 2 . found in Keats his ...
... charm which Mr. Ruskin describes in him when they first met five - and - twenty years later at Rome . From the moment of their introduction Severn 1 See Appendix , p . 221 . 2 See Praeterita , vol . ii . , chap . 2 . found in Keats his ...
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admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning Brawne brother Brown Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St 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 Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton ment Milton mind nature never partly passage passion piece poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought tion touch turn Vale of Health verse vision walked Winchester Woodhouse MSS words Wordsworth writes written wrote young
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Сторінка 175 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Сторінка 23 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 214 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Сторінка 171 - 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 109 - 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 171 - 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 167 - 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.
Сторінка 159 - Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Сторінка 175 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 129 - According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting in the Trenches, or with Theocritus in the Vales of Sicily. Or I throw my whole being into Troilus, and repeating those lines, 'I wander, like a lost Soul upon the Stygian Banks staying for waftage,' I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone.