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... written after the death of his elder brother , and referring partly to their school - days and partly to John's character after he was grown up : " I loved him from boyhood , even when he wronged me , for the goodness of his heart and ...
... written after the death of his elder brother , and referring partly to their school - days and partly to John's character after he was grown up : " I loved him from boyhood , even when he wronged me , for the goodness of his heart and ...
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... writing occasional sonnets and other verses ; secretly and shyly at first like all young poets ; at least it was not until two years later , in the spring of 1815 , that he showed any- thing he had written to his friend and confidant ...
... writing occasional sonnets and other verses ; secretly and shyly at first like all young poets ; at least it was not until two years later , in the spring of 1815 , that he showed any- thing he had written to his friend and confidant ...
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... written with a boy's secrecy , but freely addressed to and passed round among his friends ; some of them attracted the notice and warm approval of writers of acknowledged mark and standing , and with their encouragement he had , about ...
... written with a boy's secrecy , but freely addressed to and passed round among his friends ; some of them attracted the notice and warm approval of writers of acknowledged mark and standing , and with their encouragement he had , about ...
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... written at Edmonton about the end of 1813 or precocious beginning of 1814. They are correct and melodious , and nor contain few of those archaic or experimental eccentricities of diction which we shall find abounding a little later in ...
... written at Edmonton about the end of 1813 or precocious beginning of 1814. They are correct and melodious , and nor contain few of those archaic or experimental eccentricities of diction which we shall find abounding a little later in ...
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... written in his meas- ure , and of these not the latest , Byron , ' but rather such milder minstrels as Shenstone , Thomson , and Beattie , or Ph.D. subject . most of all , perhaps , the sentimental Irish poetess Mrs. Tus.lighe Tighe ...
... written in his meas- ure , and of these not the latest , Byron , ' but rather such milder minstrels as Shenstone , Thomson , and Beattie , or Ph.D. subject . most of all , perhaps , the sentimental Irish poetess Mrs. Tus.lighe Tighe ...
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admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Byron character Charles Wentworth Dilke charm Coleridge colour couplet Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Elgin marbles Endymion English Eve of St eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Isabella Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's Lamia Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton ment Milton mind nature never partly passage passion piece poem poet poet's poetic poetry Reynolds rhyme Rimini romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring stanza stood story style summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell things thou thought tion touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walk Winchester Woodhouse MSS words Wordsworth writes written wrote young
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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.