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... 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 been busy , and much new infor ...
... 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 been busy , and much new infor ...
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... keeping watch at her door with an old sword , and allowing no one to go in . Haydon , an artist who loved to lay his colours thick , gives this anecdote of the sword a different turn : " He was , when an infant , a most violent and ...
... keeping watch at her door with an old sword , and allowing no one to go in . Haydon , an artist who loved to lay his colours thick , gives this anecdote of the sword a different turn : " He was , when an infant , a most violent and ...
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... keeping small fishes in tubs . If we learn little of Keats's early days from his own lips , we have sufficient testimony as to the impression which he made on his school companions ; which was that of a boy all spirit and generosity ...
... keeping small fishes in tubs . If we learn little of Keats's early days from his own lips , we have sufficient testimony as to the impression which he made on his school companions ; which was that of a boy all spirit and generosity ...
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... keep the movement of their periods as inde- pendent of it as possible , closing a sentence anywhere rather than with the close of the couplet , and making use constantly of the enjambement , or way of letting the sense flow over from ...
... keep the movement of their periods as inde- pendent of it as possible , closing a sentence anywhere rather than with the close of the couplet , and making use constantly of the enjambement , or way of letting the sense flow over from ...
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... keep ' Mongst boughs pavilion'd , where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell . " 1 1 Compare Wordsworth : " Bees that soar for bloom , High as the highest peak of Furness Fells , Will murmur by the hour in ...
... keep ' Mongst boughs pavilion'd , where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell . " 1 1 Compare Wordsworth : " Bees that soar for bloom , High as the highest peak of Furness Fells , Will murmur by the hour in ...
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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.