Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 стор. |
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... suppose that he was thinking of the long and haphazard working hours of a young surgeon or medical man ; in which case , this seems to be the latest instance in which he spoke of himself as still belonging to that profession . 28th of ...
... suppose that he was thinking of the long and haphazard working hours of a young surgeon or medical man ; in which case , this seems to be the latest instance in which he spoke of himself as still belonging to that profession . 28th of ...
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... has no sensations ; what we both are is taken for granted . You will suppose I have by ⚫ Hitherto printed " life " ; it seems to me clear that " lips " is the right word . this time had much talk with her . No such KEATS . 31.
... has no sensations ; what we both are is taken for granted . You will suppose I have by ⚫ Hitherto printed " life " ; it seems to me clear that " lips " is the right word . this time had much talk with her . No such KEATS . 31.
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... suppose to have ever been beautiful in an artist's eyes , or in a poet's either ; and indeed Keats's description of Miss Brawne , which I have just cited , is qualified , chilly , and critical , with regard to beauty . Nevertheless ...
... suppose to have ever been beautiful in an artist's eyes , or in a poet's either ; and indeed Keats's description of Miss Brawne , which I have just cited , is qualified , chilly , and critical , with regard to beauty . Nevertheless ...
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... suppose it possible I could ever leave you ? You know what I think of myself , and what of you you know that I should feel how much it was my loss , and how little yours . " My friends laugh at you . ' I know some of them : when I know ...
... suppose it possible I could ever leave you ? You know what I think of myself , and what of you you know that I should feel how much it was my loss , and how little yours . " My friends laugh at you . ' I know some of them : when I know ...
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... Suppose me in Rome . Well , I should there see you , as in a magic glass , going to and from town at all hours - I wish I could infuse a little con- fidence of human nature into my heart : I cannot muster any . The world is too brutal ...
... Suppose me in Rome . Well , I should there see you , as in a magic glass , going to and from town at all hours - I wish I could infuse a little con- fidence of human nature into my heart : I cannot muster any . The world is too brutal ...
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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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