The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 473 стор. In the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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... give everything , but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division , Supplementary Verse . The personality of Keats is so vivid , that just as his friends in his ...
... give everything , but to make the natural discrimination between the poetry in the body of the volume and that which follows in the division , Supplementary Verse . The personality of Keats is so vivid , that just as his friends in his ...
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... give thus of a nature which was gathering itself for a large leap . They are , as the reader will see , tentative excursions into the airy region , and they contain besides little witnesses to some of the important compelling influences ...
... give thus of a nature which was gathering itself for a large leap . They are , as the reader will see , tentative excursions into the airy region , and they contain besides little witnesses to some of the important compelling influences ...
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... give him pinions , who intreats Such innocence to ruin , who vilely cheats - A dove - like bosom . In truth there is no freeing One's thoughts from such a beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems ...
... give him pinions , who intreats Such innocence to ruin , who vilely cheats - A dove - like bosom . In truth there is no freeing One's thoughts from such a beauty ; when I hear A lay that once I saw her hand awake , Her form seems ...
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... give To the coy Muse , with me she would not live In this dark city , nor would condescend ' Mid contradictions her delights to lend . Should e'er the fine - eyed maid to me be kind , Ah ! surely it must be whene'er I find Some flowery ...
... give To the coy Muse , with me she would not live In this dark city , nor would condescend ' Mid contradictions her delights to lend . Should e'er the fine - eyed maid to me be kind , Ah ! surely it must be whene'er I find Some flowery ...
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... gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ! rejoice ! Sounds which will reach the Framer of ... give his spirit , By telling what he sees from native merit . O Poesy for thee I hold my pen , That am not yet a ...
... gives a glory to the voice , And from the heart up - springs , rejoice ! rejoice ! Sounds which will reach the Framer of ... give his spirit , By telling what he sees from native merit . O Poesy for thee I hold my pen , That am not yet a ...
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The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats John Keats,Horace Elisha Scudder Повний перегляд - 1899 |
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Сторінка 203 - 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...
Сторінка 125 - 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 146 - 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 203 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...
Сторінка 135 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 33 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Сторінка 33 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Сторінка 125 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Сторінка 125 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 117 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.