The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... thought no one could dare read " Macbeth " alone in the house at two o'clock in the morning . " >> The mother of Keats died in 1810 , while he was at school , and it is related of him that he hid him- self under the master's desk for ...
... thought no one could dare read " Macbeth " alone in the house at two o'clock in the morning . " >> The mother of Keats died in 1810 , while he was at school , and it is related of him that he hid him- self under the master's desk for ...
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John Keats John Gilmer Speed. at what they thought only a boyish ambition to study " so illustrious a monument of ... thought to be too fond of scribbling doggerel rhymes among his notes . Indeed , his fellow - students were much ...
John Keats John Gilmer Speed. at what they thought only a boyish ambition to study " so illustrious a monument of ... thought to be too fond of scribbling doggerel rhymes among his notes . Indeed , his fellow - students were much ...
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... thought congenial to his own in- tellectual disposition . Had the early youth of Keats fallen , as well it might have done , among mere commonplace associates , it is probable that the rare development which gave to the four years of ...
... thought congenial to his own in- tellectual disposition . Had the early youth of Keats fallen , as well it might have done , among mere commonplace associates , it is probable that the rare development which gave to the four years of ...
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... thought that it was quite worth my while to have lived in Louisville , even if I had gained thereby nothing but the knowledge and friendship of such a man . I did not see him in his last days . I was already in a distant region . But ...
... thought that it was quite worth my while to have lived in Louisville , even if I had gained thereby nothing but the knowledge and friendship of such a man . I did not see him in his last days . I was already in a distant region . But ...
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... thoughts were given much more to Miss Brawne than to any literary work . He only prepared for the press " Lamia , " " Isabella , " " The Eve of St. Agnes , " and the fragment of " Hyperion . " Some of his friends urged him to more ...
... thoughts were given much more to Miss Brawne than to any literary work . He only prepared for the press " Lamia , " " Isabella , " " The Eve of St. Agnes , " and the fragment of " Hyperion . " Some of his friends urged him to more ...
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anon Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne fear feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy hast heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal mossy Naiad never night nought numbers nymphs o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit strange streams summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou wast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Сторінка 68 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Сторінка 241 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Сторінка 74 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Сторінка xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Сторінка 244 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Сторінка 192 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers: the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy!
Сторінка 194 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Сторінка 79 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Сторінка 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Сторінка 73 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing...