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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... VOICE WILL TELL 137 ODE TO FANNY . • 137 OH , I AM FRIGHTEN'D WITH MOST HATEFUL THOUGHTS ! ' 240 SONG : THE STRANGER LIGHTED FROM HIS STEED ' 240 ' ASLEEP ! O SLEEP A LITTLE A DREAM , AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAOLO AND FRANCESCA ...
... VOICE WILL TELL 137 ODE TO FANNY . • 137 OH , I AM FRIGHTEN'D WITH MOST HATEFUL THOUGHTS ! ' 240 SONG : THE STRANGER LIGHTED FROM HIS STEED ' 240 ' ASLEEP ! O SLEEP A LITTLE A DREAM , AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAOLO AND FRANCESCA ...
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... voice will tell , ' and of the ungovernable passion there is evidence enough in his later life , though it took then another form . Yet the boyish impulsiveness which had its rude ex- pression in animal spirits turned in youth into a ...
... voice will tell , ' and of the ungovernable passion there is evidence enough in his later life , though it took then another form . Yet the boyish impulsiveness which had its rude ex- pression in animal spirits turned in youth into a ...
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... voice which was calling him more and more loudly . " The actual record of his poetry up to this date of the summer of 1816 is not extensive , but it is indicative of his growing power , of his taste in reading and observation , of his ...
... voice which was calling him more and more loudly . " The actual record of his poetry up to this date of the summer of 1816 is not extensive , but it is indicative of his growing power , of his taste in reading and observation , of his ...
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... voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy fair morning . Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the ...
... voice , majestic and elate , Melted in dying numbers ! Oh ! how nigh Was night to thy fair morning . Thou didst die A half - blown flow'ret which cold blasts amate . But this is past : thou art among the stars Of highest Heaven : to the ...
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... voice divine . Ab ! who can e'er forget so fair a being ? Who can forget her half - retiring sweets ? God ! she is like a milk - white lamb that bleats For man's protection . Surely the All - see- ing , Who joys to see us with his gifts ...
... voice divine . Ab ! who can e'er forget so fair a being ? Who can forget her half - retiring sweets ? God ! she is like a milk - white lamb that bleats For man's protection . Surely the All - see- ing , Who joys to see us with his gifts ...
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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.