The Poems of John Keats, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1905 - 614 стор. |
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... Young Lady who sent me a Laurel Crown 349 Hymn to Apollo . 350 Sonnet ( " As from the darkening gloom " ) . 351 Sonnet : Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition 351 On Oxford . A Parody 351 Modern Love 352 Fragment of " The Castle ...
... Young Lady who sent me a Laurel Crown 349 Hymn to Apollo . 350 Sonnet ( " As from the darkening gloom " ) . 351 Sonnet : Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition 351 On Oxford . A Parody 351 Modern Love 352 Fragment of " The Castle ...
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... young Keats from the very first , took a keen interest in his pupil , and from being his master soon became his warmest friend , and exercised the greatest influence upon his development . He was a sound scholar and an accomplished ...
... young Keats from the very first , took a keen interest in his pupil , and from being his master soon became his warmest friend , and exercised the greatest influence upon his development . He was a sound scholar and an accomplished ...
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... young horse through a spring meadow ramp- ing ! Like a true poet , too , he especially singled out epithets , for that felicity and power in which Spenser is so eminent . He hoisted himself up , and looked burly and dominant , as he ...
... young horse through a spring meadow ramp- ing ! Like a true poet , too , he especially singled out epithets , for that felicity and power in which Spenser is so eminent . He hoisted himself up , and looked burly and dominant , as he ...
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... young Clarke Hunt fulfilled the double rôle of poet- patriot , so that in every way he would prepare his pupil for the greater master . And when in February , 1815 , Hunt was released from prison where he had been confined for two years ...
... young Clarke Hunt fulfilled the double rôle of poet- patriot , so that in every way he would prepare his pupil for the greater master . And when in February , 1815 , Hunt was released from prison where he had been confined for two years ...
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... young poet's heart as warm as his imagination . We read and walked together and used to write verses of an evening upon a given subject . No imaginative pleasure was left untouched by us , or unenjoyed ; from the recollection of the ...
... young poet's heart as warm as his imagination . We read and walked together and used to write verses of an evening upon a given subject . No imaginative pleasure was left untouched by us , or unenjoyed ; from the recollection of the ...
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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.