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... nature after he began to devote him- self to poetry . His father , Thomas Keats , was not a Londoner by birth , but came from the country to the town early , and was head hostler in a livery stable before he was twenty . He married ...
... nature after he began to devote him- self to poetry . His father , Thomas Keats , was not a Londoner by birth , but came from the country to the town early , and was head hostler in a livery stable before he was twenty . He married ...
Сторінка xvi
... nature in Keats's verse , but it is easy enough to find witness to his moodiness , as in such a sonnet as that beginning : - ' Why did I laugh to - night ? No voice will tell , ' and of the ungovernable passion there is evidence enough ...
... nature in Keats's verse , but it is easy enough to find witness to his moodiness , as in such a sonnet as that beginning : - ' Why did I laugh to - night ? No voice will tell , ' and of the ungovernable passion there is evidence enough ...
Сторінка xviii
... nature . It is true the flinging of himself on the grass , after being pent up in the city , is to read some ... nature in mythology and poetry is merely incidental to the joyous delight in nature itself , a delight so genuine that xviii ...
... nature . It is true the flinging of himself on the grass , after being pent up in the city , is to read some ... nature in mythology and poetry is merely incidental to the joyous delight in nature itself , a delight so genuine that xviii ...
Сторінка xix
... nature . Perhaps , in the lines , I stood tiptoe , ' it is the close and loving observation of nature which first arrests one's attention , but a nearer scrutiny quickly reveals that imaginative ren- dering which lifts these lines far ...
... nature . Perhaps , in the lines , I stood tiptoe , ' it is the close and loving observation of nature which first arrests one's attention , but a nearer scrutiny quickly reveals that imaginative ren- dering which lifts these lines far ...
Сторінка xx
... nature which was itself to add to the stock of great English verse . There was about a year's space between Keats's abandonment of his profession and his occupation upon a long and serious poem . The group in this volume enti- tled ...
... nature which was itself to add to the stock of great English verse . There was about a year's space between Keats's abandonment of his profession and his occupation upon a long and serious poem . The group in this volume enti- tled ...
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Сторінка 211 - Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Сторінка 133 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 143 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 154 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture: she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line. Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 143 - 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!
Сторінка 143 - 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 39 - Of unreflecting love: — then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Сторінка 125 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Сторінка 230 - BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in...
Сторінка 143 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild...