The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 стор. |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 57
Сторінка 3
... lately - I hope to finish it in one more attack - I believe you I went to Richards's - it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day . His Remembrances to you . ( Ext . from the common place Book of my Mind - Mem ...
... lately - I hope to finish it in one more attack - I believe you I went to Richards's - it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day . His Remembrances to you . ( Ext . from the common place Book of my Mind - Mem ...
Сторінка 14
... lately at this work . These last two days , how- ever , I have felt more confident - I have asked myself so often why I should be a poet more than other men , seeing how great a thing it is , -how great things are to be gained by it ...
... lately at this work . These last two days , how- ever , I have felt more confident - I have asked myself so often why I should be a poet more than other men , seeing how great a thing it is , -how great things are to be gained by it ...
Сторінка 16
... lately said in my Letters to him— truth is I have been in such a state of Mind as to read over my Lines and hate them . I am one that " gathers Samphire , dreadful trade " -the Cliff of Poesy towers above me yet when Tom who meets with ...
... lately said in my Letters to him— truth is I have been in such a state of Mind as to read over my Lines and hate them . I am one that " gathers Samphire , dreadful trade " -the Cliff of Poesy towers above me yet when Tom who meets with ...
Сторінка 27
... lately , even till an utter in- capacity came on , and I feel it now about my head : so you must not mind a little out of the way sayings- though by the bye were my brain as clear as a bell I think I should have a little propensity ...
... lately , even till an utter in- capacity came on , and I feel it now about my head : so you must not mind a little out of the way sayings- though by the bye were my brain as clear as a bell I think I should have a little propensity ...
Сторінка 52
... lately , and increased my Humility and capability of submission - and that is this truth- Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect — but they have not any individuality , any ...
... lately , and increased my Humility and capability of submission - and that is this truth- Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect — but they have not any individuality , any ...
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
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 hope Hunt Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS 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 Shanklin sincere friend 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 walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
Популярні уривки
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...
Сторінка 84 - SOULS of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Сторінка 491 - The music, yearning like a God in pain, She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by...
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...