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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... towns which lie all about us , and we find the most romantic occurrences realized in our minds . What might almost have been deemed an airy nothing acquires at once a local habita- tion and a name . The meeting with such places as the ...
... towns which lie all about us , and we find the most romantic occurrences realized in our minds . What might almost have been deemed an airy nothing acquires at once a local habita- tion and a name . The meeting with such places as the ...
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... town , gossips talk more than ever to one an- other , in rooms , in door - ways , and out of window , always beginning the conversation with saying that the heat is overpowering . Now blinds are let down , and doors . thrown open , and ...
... town , gossips talk more than ever to one an- other , in rooms , in door - ways , and out of window , always beginning the conversation with saying that the heat is overpowering . Now blinds are let down , and doors . thrown open , and ...
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... town . You must soon bring all your present troubles to a close , and so must I , but we must , like the Fox , prepare for a fresh swarm of flies . Banish been written before Keats carried out the intention of going into the Country ...
... town . You must soon bring all your present troubles to a close , and so must I , but we must , like the Fox , prepare for a fresh swarm of flies . Banish been written before Keats carried out the intention of going into the Country ...
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... Towns I passed through - all I can tell you is that some- times I saw dusty Hedges - sometimes , Ponds — then nothing - then a little Wood with trees look you like Launce's Sister " as white as a Lilly and as small as a Wand " -then ...
... Towns I passed through - all I can tell you is that some- times I saw dusty Hedges - sometimes , Ponds — then nothing - then a little Wood with trees look you like Launce's Sister " as white as a Lilly and as small as a Wand " -then ...
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... town to receive it : no , it followed me to the Isle of Wight , and I got it just as I was going to pack up for Margate , for reasons which you anon shall hear . On arriving at this treeless affair , I wrote to my brother George to ...
... town to receive it : no , it followed me to the Isle of Wight , and I got it just as I was going to pack up for Margate , for reasons which you anon shall hear . On arriving at this treeless affair , I wrote to my brother George to ...
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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.