The Poetical Works of John KeatsW. Scott, 1885 - 310 стор. |
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... spirit than did this very one ; and while he would , doubtless , have thrilled had it been told him that the Queen of British Poetesses should write such words about him , his fine eyes would have shone with a mild rebuke . Wonderful ...
... spirit than did this very one ; and while he would , doubtless , have thrilled had it been told him that the Queen of British Poetesses should write such words about him , his fine eyes would have shone with a mild rebuke . Wonderful ...
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... spirit- " Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works . My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Black- wood or ...
... spirit- " Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works . My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Black- wood or ...
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... spirit which conceived them had already prefigured its own ripening needs , and that Woman must inevitably touch such an one to finer , if sadder , issues . Hitherto Keats seems to have kept himself wonderfully free from the grip of ...
... spirit which conceived them had already prefigured its own ripening needs , and that Woman must inevitably touch such an one to finer , if sadder , issues . Hitherto Keats seems to have kept himself wonderfully free from the grip of ...
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... spirit , and he assuredly had fighting propensities , which he might have found refuge in . If he had not the duck's back for the bitter waters of unmerited censure , he had , at least , the swan's wing wherewith to punish the offender ...
... spirit , and he assuredly had fighting propensities , which he might have found refuge in . If he had not the duck's back for the bitter waters of unmerited censure , he had , at least , the swan's wing wherewith to punish the offender ...
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... spirit of a man : they make our Prime Objects a Refuge as well as a Passion . " What compression of truth is here ! Keats's definition of poetry is a singularly good description of what we meet with in his own poems- " Might , half ...
... spirit of a man : they make our Prime Objects a Refuge as well as a Passion . " What compression of truth is here ! Keats's definition of poetry is a singularly good description of what we meet with in his own poems- " Might , half ...
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Apollo Arethusa Art thou Bacchus beauty behold bliss bosom bower breast breath bright Carian charm chidden clouds cold cool dark dead death deep delight dewy dost doth dream ears earth Elysium Endymion eyes face faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle golden gone green grief hair hand happy heard heart heaven hour Hyperion immortal Keats kiss Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre Mermaid Tavern moon morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nymph o'er pain pale passed passion pleasant poet Porphyro rill ringdove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice weep whisper wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 271 - 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...
Сторінка 269 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 271 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 268 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 270 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Сторінка 223 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
Сторінка 269 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 61 - Made for our searching. Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils, With the green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season ; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms ; And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead...
Сторінка 229 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 280 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...