The Poems of John Keats, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1905 - 614 стор. |
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Сторінка viii
... poetry , and would not , we may be sure , have been published by Keats as such ; the remainder I have arranged as far as possible on the principles which actuated the poet in the arrangement of his volumes of 1817 and 1820. The Fall of ...
... poetry , and would not , we may be sure , have been published by Keats as such ; the remainder I have arranged as far as possible on the principles which actuated the poet in the arrangement of his volumes of 1817 and 1820. The Fall of ...
Сторінка ix
... poetry should do , without any comment ; " and though notes may sometimes add to our knowledge in such a way that we return to the text with a fuller appreciation and a wider power of sympathy , for once that they are consulted the ...
... poetry should do , without any comment ; " and though notes may sometimes add to our knowledge in such a way that we return to the text with a fuller appreciation and a wider power of sympathy , for once that they are consulted the ...
Сторінка xiii
... poetic ideals ( xxxv ) — Growth of these ideals traced through Sleep and Poetry ( xxxix ) —Endymion , Hyperion , and Lamia ( x1 ) . Attitude to Greek art suggested by his choice and treatment of Greek themes in these poems ( xliii ) ...
... poetic ideals ( xxxv ) — Growth of these ideals traced through Sleep and Poetry ( xxxix ) —Endymion , Hyperion , and Lamia ( x1 ) . Attitude to Greek art suggested by his choice and treatment of Greek themes in these poems ( xliii ) ...
Сторінка xiv
... poetic treatment of Nature ( lxii ) —Artistic presentation : fidelity to actual observation and impression : Nature ... Poetry · 27 222 24 31 31 32 • 32 • 33 33 34 • 34 35 35 36 36 37 37 38 38 39 40 ENDYMION . A Poetic Romance Preface ...
... poetic treatment of Nature ( lxii ) —Artistic presentation : fidelity to actual observation and impression : Nature ... Poetry · 27 222 24 31 31 32 • 32 • 33 33 34 • 34 35 35 36 36 37 37 38 38 39 40 ENDYMION . A Poetic Romance Preface ...
Сторінка xix
... poetry of Keats , the supreme beauty of what his genius actually achieved and the pathos of his " un- fulfilled renown " . No poet at the No poet at the age of twenty - four has pro- duced work comparable in maturity of thought , in ...
... poetry of Keats , the supreme beauty of what his genius actually achieved and the pathos of his " un- fulfilled renown " . No poet at the No poet at the age of twenty - four has pro- duced work comparable in maturity of thought , in ...
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Albert Apollo Auranthe beauty bliss breath bright clouds Conrad dark death deep delight dost doth dream earth Elgin Marbles Enceladus Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes Faerie Queene fair Fall of Hyperion feel flowers Forman gentle George Keats Gersa Glocester golden green hand happy hast hath head heart heaven hour Hunt Hyperion John Keats Keats Keats's kiss lady Lamia Leigh Hunt light lines lips look Ludolph Lycius melody Milton moon morning mortal never night numbers o'er Otho Ovid pain pale Paradise Lost passage passion poem poet Saturn seem'd shade sigh Sigifred silent silver Sleep and Poetry smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spirit stars stood story sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees trembling twas voice weep wild wind wings wonder Woodhouse words Wordsworth young ΙΟ
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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.