The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Том 3Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... happy creature God ever formed . He could never have a mate , -being most unmatchable . III . MARGINALIA FROM THE FOLIO . A Midsummer Night's Dream.1 These are the forgeries of jealousie , And never since the middle Summers spring Met ...
... happy creature God ever formed . He could never have a mate , -being most unmatchable . III . MARGINALIA FROM THE FOLIO . A Midsummer Night's Dream.1 These are the forgeries of jealousie , And never since the middle Summers spring Met ...
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... happy under her wings and nestle against her bosom : she feels this love and gratitude too much to remain selfsame , and unable to contain herself buds forth the overflowings of her heart about the middle summer . O Shakespeare thy ways ...
... happy under her wings and nestle against her bosom : she feels this love and gratitude too much to remain selfsame , and unable to contain herself buds forth the overflowings of her heart about the middle summer . O Shakespeare thy ways ...
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... happy to own his acknowledgments to that masterly conjunction , which possesses the very essence of wit , for it has the talent of bringing the most remote things together . And it's generosity is in due proportion to it's talent , for ...
... happy to own his acknowledgments to that masterly conjunction , which possesses the very essence of wit , for it has the talent of bringing the most remote things together . And it's generosity is in due proportion to it's talent , for ...
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... I remain , your obedient servant and friend , John Keats . I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in the literary or friendly way when you have time to scribble . My Dear Sir , XI . To JOHN TAYLOR . 68 MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS .
... I remain , your obedient servant and friend , John Keats . I shall be happy to hear any little intelligence in the literary or friendly way when you have time to scribble . My Dear Sir , XI . To JOHN TAYLOR . 68 MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS .
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... happy years to come- " he shall not die , by God . " 1 A letter from John the other day was a chief happi- ness to me . I made a little mistake when , just now , I talked of being far inland . How can that be when Endymion and I are at ...
... happy years to come- " he shall not die , by God . " 1 A letter from John the other day was a chief happi- ness to me . I made a little mistake when , just now , I talked of being far inland . How can that be when Endymion and I are at ...
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Сторінка 23 - Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold.
Сторінка 292 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Сторінка 99 - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Сторінка 28 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Сторінка 233 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity — he is continually in for and filling some other Body — The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute; the poet has none, no identity — he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Сторінка 22 - The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind...
Сторінка 22 - With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Сторінка 23 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Сторінка 234 - It is a wretched thing to confess, but it is a very fact, that not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature. How can it, when I have no nature?
Сторінка 280 - This morning I am in a sort of temper^ indolent and supremely careless; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence;" my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.