 I never was in love — yet the voice and shape of a Woman * has haunted me these two days — at such a time, when the relief, the feverous relief of Poetry seems a much less crime. This morning Poetry has conquered — I have relapsed into those abstractions...  English Men of Letters - Сторінка 128редактори - 1894Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1849 - 606 стор.
...unless I am composing, so I will write away." " The relief, — the feverish relief of poetry. * * * This morning poetry has conquered. I have relapsed...which are my only life. I feel escaped from a new and threatening sorrow; and I am thankful for it There is an awful warmth about my heart, like a load... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848 - 328 стор.
...and shape of a woman has haunted me these two days — at such a time when the relief, the feverish relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morning...warmth about my heart, like a load of Immortality. Poor Tom — that woman and poetry were ringing changes in my senses. Now I am, in comparison, happy.... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1848 - 574 стор.
...and shape of a woman have haunted me these two days— at such a time, when the relief, the feverish relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morning,...warmth about my heart, like a load of immortality. Poor Tom, that woman and poetry were ringing changes in my senses." Mr. Milues's few words on this... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 414 стор.
...and shape of a woman has haunted me these two days — at such a time when the relief, the feverish relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morning...from a new, strange, and threatening sorrow, and I am thankfuTTor It. THere is an awful warmth about my heart, like a load of Immortality. Poor Tom — that... | |
 | John Keats - 1848 - 420 стор.
...voice and shape of a woman has haunted me these two days—at such a time when the relief, the feverish relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morning poetry has conquered—I have relapsed into those abstractions which are my only life—I feel escaped from a... | |
 | 1849 - 636 стор.
...unless I am composing, so I will write away." " The relief,—the feverish relief of poetry. * * * This morning poetry has conquered. I have relapsed...which are my only life. I feel escaped from a new and threatening sorrow ; and I am thankful for it. There is an awful warmth about my heart, like a... | |
 | 1849 - 588 стор.
...unless I am composing, so I will write away." "The relief, — the feverish relief of poetry. * * * This morning poetry has conquered. I have relapsed...which are my only life. I feel escaped from a new and threatening sorrow; and I am thankful for it LIFE AND LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS. 147 There is an awful... | |
 | 1849 - 588 стор.
...am composing ; so I will write away." " The relief, — the feverish relief of poetry. * * • Tkis morning poetry has conquered. I have relapsed into...which are my only life. I feel escaped from a new and threatening sorrow ; and I am thankful for it. There is an awful warmth about my heart, like a... | |
 | John Keats - 1878 - 228 стор.
...and shape of a woman has haunted me these two days — at such a time when the relief, the feverish relief of poetry, seems a much less crime. This morning...warmth about my heart, like a load of Immortality. " Poor Tom — that woman and poetry were ringing changes in my senses. Now I am, in comparison, happy."1... | |
 | Abby Sage Richardson - 1882 - 348 стор.
...I have relapsed into those abstractions that are my only life. I feel escaped from a new, strange, threatening sorrow, and I am thankful for it. There...warmth about my heart like a load of immortality." It is difficult to infer, from what we can find out about Fanny Brawne, whether she was even in beauty... | |
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