Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 стор. |
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... present series , and I assented . Some while afterwards it was publicly announced that a life of Keats , which had been begun by Mr. Sidney Colvin long before for a different series , would be published at an early date . read up my ...
... present series , and I assented . Some while afterwards it was publicly announced that a life of Keats , which had been begun by Mr. Sidney Colvin long before for a different series , would be published at an early date . read up my ...
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... present said enough to indicate what was the particular niche in the mansion of English literary life in which Keats found himself housed at the opening of his career . CHAPTER II . E have now reached the year 1817 22 LIFE OF KEATS .
... present said enough to indicate what was the particular niche in the mansion of English literary life in which Keats found himself housed at the opening of his career . CHAPTER II . E have now reached the year 1817 22 LIFE OF KEATS .
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... present description must belong . The description comes from a letter to George and Georgiana Keats , written probably towards the middle of December 1818. It is true that the name Brawne does not appear in the printed version of the ...
... present description must belong . The description comes from a letter to George and Georgiana Keats , written probably towards the middle of December 1818. It is true that the name Brawne does not appear in the printed version of the ...
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... present moment as though I was dissolving . I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you ; I should be afraid to separate myself far from you . My sweet Fanny , will your heart never change ? My love , will it ...
... present moment as though I was dissolving . I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you ; I should be afraid to separate myself far from you . My sweet Fanny , will your heart never change ? My love , will it ...
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... present in which woman , merely as woman , can have no more power over me than stocks and stones ; and yet the difference of my sensations with respect to Miss Brawne and my sister is amazing . The one seems to absorb the other to a ...
... present in which woman , merely as woman , can have no more power over me than stocks and stones ; and yet the difference of my sensations with respect to Miss Brawne and my sister is amazing . The one seems to absorb the other to a ...
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Сторінка 195 - The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self. " Was it a vision or a waking dream ? Fled is that
Сторінка 191 - I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide ; And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill-side. " And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering ; Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
Сторінка 195 - Darkling I listen : and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death,— Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet breath. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy.
Сторінка 194 - She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die ; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips. Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine.
Сторінка 191 - I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew ; And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too." " I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a faery's child ; Her hair was long, her foot was light,
Сторінка 194 - But, when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud, Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave.
Сторінка 149 - 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
Сторінка 111 - Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
Сторінка 90 - independently, and with judgment, hereafter. The :genius of poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by ,sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself. In 'Endymion
Сторінка 70 - the certain wands of Jacob's wit— Their verses tallied. Easy was the task ; A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy. Ill-fated impious race, That blasphemed the bright lyrist to his face, And did not know it ! No, they went about Holding a poor decrepit standard out Marked with most flimsy mottoes, and in large The name of one Boileau.
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