The Poems of John Keats, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1905 - 614 стор. |
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... Fall of Hyperion is placed first , for pure convenience , that it may stand next to Hyperion ; it is followed by the other narrative poems , then by the Odes , by the Songs and Lyrics , by the Epistle to Reynolds , then by the Sonnets ...
... Fall of Hyperion is placed first , for pure convenience , that it may stand next to Hyperion ; it is followed by the other narrative poems , then by the Odes , by the Songs and Lyrics , by the Epistle to Reynolds , then by the Sonnets ...
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... Fall of Hyperion and other poems . The first has preserved for us many earlier readings of Hyperion of intense interest in a study of Keats's art , the second enables us to correct the printed text of The Fall of Hyperion in several ...
... Fall of Hyperion and other poems . The first has preserved for us many earlier readings of Hyperion of intense interest in a study of Keats's art , the second enables us to correct the printed text of The Fall of Hyperion in several ...
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... Fall of Hyperion ( li ) — Lamia : influence of Dryden on style and construction : its highest poetic merits to be found in romantic elements ( lii ) . Full expression of the romantic qualities of Keats's genius in the poems of mediæval ...
... Fall of Hyperion ( li ) — Lamia : influence of Dryden on style and construction : its highest poetic merits to be found in romantic elements ( lii ) . Full expression of the romantic qualities of Keats's genius in the poems of mediæval ...
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... Fall of Hyperion . A Vision . Canto I 229 Canto II 239 The Eve of Saint Mark 241 La Belle Dame sans Merci . 244 · Odes Fragment of an Ode to Maia , May , 1818 On Indolence To Fanny Το ( " What can I do to drive away " ) Lines supposed ...
... Fall of Hyperion . A Vision . Canto I 229 Canto II 239 The Eve of Saint Mark 241 La Belle Dame sans Merci . 244 · Odes Fragment of an Ode to Maia , May , 1818 On Indolence To Fanny Το ( " What can I do to drive away " ) Lines supposed ...
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... FALL OF HYPERION AND OTHER POEMS " Fill for me a brimming bowl " Song ( " Stay , ruby - breasted Warbler , stay " ) On Peace To Emma . NOTES , ETC. • • The Poems of 1817 Endymion . Introduction Endymion . Notes to Book I Endymion ...
... FALL OF HYPERION AND OTHER POEMS " Fill for me a brimming bowl " Song ( " Stay , ruby - breasted Warbler , stay " ) On Peace To Emma . NOTES , ETC. • • The Poems of 1817 Endymion . Introduction Endymion . Notes to Book I Endymion ...
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Сторінка 191 - 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 xxxv - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination— What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth— whether it existed before or not...
Сторінка 473 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!
Сторінка 201 - 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...
Сторінка 191 - 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 34 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: 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...
Сторінка 190 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow- time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
Сторінка 187 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 201 - 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 185 - Tis dark: quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline ! " 'Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: " No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. — Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.