KeatsHarper & Brothers, 1887 - 257 стор. |
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... seems inspired in literature by demons of the same froward brood that had urged others of his lineage through lives of adventure or of crime . But Keats , with instincts and faculties more purely poetical than any of these , was par ...
... seems inspired in literature by demons of the same froward brood that had urged others of his lineage through lives of adventure or of crime . But Keats , with instincts and faculties more purely poetical than any of these , was par ...
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... seems characteristic of the Celtic rather than the English nature . Whether he really had any of that blood in his veins we cannot tell . His father was a native either of Devon or of Cornwall , and his mother's name , Jennings , is ...
... seems characteristic of the Celtic rather than the English nature . Whether he really had any of that blood in his veins we cannot tell . His father was a native either of Devon or of Cornwall , and his mother's name , Jennings , is ...
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... seem to have lost all knowledge . The household in Church Street , Edmonton , was well enough provided for , Mr. Jennings having left a fortune of over £ 13,000 , of which , in addi- tion to other legacies , he bequeathed a capital ...
... seem to have lost all knowledge . The household in Church Street , Edmonton , was well enough provided for , Mr. Jennings having left a fortune of over £ 13,000 , of which , in addi- tion to other legacies , he bequeathed a capital ...
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... seems clear that the family of our Keats claimed no connection with that of the Admiral . Here are some of George Keats's recollections , written after the death of his elder brother , and referring partly to their school - days and ...
... seems clear that the family of our Keats claimed no connection with that of the Admiral . Here are some of George Keats's recollections , written after the death of his elder brother , and referring partly to their school - days and ...
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... seem- ed to prefer them for a sort of grotesque and buffoon humour .... He was a boy whom any one , from his extraordinary vivacity and per- sonal beauty , might easily fancy would become great - but rather in some military capacity ...
... seem- ed to prefer them for a sort of grotesque and buffoon humour .... He was a boy whom any one , from his extraordinary vivacity and per- sonal beauty , might easily fancy would become great - but rather in some military capacity ...
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Сторінка 175 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 167 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 23 - 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 217 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 214 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Сторінка 171 - 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 159 - Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Сторінка 152 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Сторінка 171 - What little town by river or sea shore, 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 73 - The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing — to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts. Not a select party.