The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 стор. |
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... appears to me like a whale's back in the sea of prose . I ought to have said a word on Shakspeare's Christianity . There are two which I have not looked over with you , touching the thing the one for , the other against : that in favour ...
... appears to me like a whale's back in the sea of prose . I ought to have said a word on Shakspeare's Christianity . There are two which I have not looked over with you , touching the thing the one for , the other against : that in favour ...
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... appears such a pin's point to me , that I will not copy any out . When I consider that so many of these pin - points go to form a bodkin - point , ( God send I end not my life with a bare bodkin , in its modern sense ! ) and that it ...
... appears such a pin's point to me , that I will not copy any out . When I consider that so many of these pin - points go to form a bodkin - point , ( God send I end not my life with a bare bodkin , in its modern sense ! ) and that it ...
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... appears that Money Troubles are to follow us up for some time to come- perhaps for always - these vexations are a great hindrance to one - they are not like Envy and detraction stimu- lants to further exertion as being immediately ...
... appears that Money Troubles are to follow us up for some time to come- perhaps for always - these vexations are a great hindrance to one - they are not like Envy and detraction stimu- lants to further exertion as being immediately ...
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... appears to me that he has copied the bad style of the painting , as well as coloured the eyeballs yellow like the original . He has also the fault that you pointed out to me in Hazlitt on the con- stringing and diffusing of substance ...
... appears to me that he has copied the bad style of the painting , as well as coloured the eyeballs yellow like the original . He has also the fault that you pointed out to me in Hazlitt on the con- stringing and diffusing of substance ...
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... appears Hunt wishes it to be thought . When he met Reynolds in the Theatre , John told him that I was getting on to the completion of 4000 lines - Ah ! says Hunt , had it not been for me they would have been 7000 ! If he will say this ...
... appears Hunt wishes it to be thought . When he met Reynolds in the Theatre , John told him that I was getting on to the completion of 4000 lines - Ah ! says Hunt , had it not been for me they would have been 7000 ! If he will say this ...
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Abbey affectionate Brother John beautiful Bedhampton Ben Nevis BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy dear Fanny dear Haydon dear Reynolds delight Dilke dined endeavour Endymion eyes FANNY BRAWNE FANNY KEATS feel friend John Keats George give Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS keep Lady lately leave letter live look miles mind Miss morning Mother Mountains never night pass perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem Poet Poetry poor Port Patrick Postmark pretty remember Rice seen Sister Sonnet soon sorry sort soul speak spirits Staffa sweet talk Taylor Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
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Сторінка 256 - 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 wondrous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees...
Сторінка 210 - As to the poetical character itself (I mean that sort, of which, if I am anything, I am a member; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone...
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Сторінка 2 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come : These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye...
Сторінка 57 - Dilke upon 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 80 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That...
Сторінка 331 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Сторінка 332 - When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Сторінка 84 - Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a...