Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 стор. |
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... pass- ing the love of women . " I have been ill - tempered with them , I have vexed them , —but the thought of them has always stifled the impression that any woman might otherwise have made upon me . I have a sister too ; and may not ...
... pass- ing the love of women . " I have been ill - tempered with them , I have vexed them , —but the thought of them has always stifled the impression that any woman might otherwise have made upon me . I have a sister too ; and may not ...
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... pass in the mountains . From Helvellyn we came to Keswick on Derwent Water . The approach to Der- went Water surpassed Windermere ; it is richly wooded , and shut in with rich - toned mountains . From Helvellyn to Keswick was eight ...
... pass in the mountains . From Helvellyn we came to Keswick on Derwent Water . The approach to Der- went Water surpassed Windermere ; it is richly wooded , and shut in with rich - toned mountains . From Helvellyn to Keswick was eight ...
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... pass a whole year there , if I live to the completion of the three next . My sister's welfare , and the hopes of such a stay in America , will make me observe your advice . I shall be pru- dent , and more careful of my health than I ...
... pass a whole year there , if I live to the completion of the three next . My sister's welfare , and the hopes of such a stay in America , will make me observe your advice . I shall be pru- dent , and more careful of my health than I ...
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... pass a healthful day , To tell his forehead's swoon and faint , when first began decay , He might make tremble many a one , whose spirit had gone forth To find a bard's low cradle - place about the silent north ! Scanty the hour , and ...
... pass a healthful day , To tell his forehead's swoon and faint , when first began decay , He might make tremble many a one , whose spirit had gone forth To find a bard's low cradle - place about the silent north ! Scanty the hour , and ...
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... pass our sacred ways ; Dares to touch , audaciously , This cathedral of the sea ! I have been the pontiff - priest , Where the waters never rest , Where a fledgy sea - bird choir Soars for ever ! Holy fire I have hid from mortal man ...
... pass our sacred ways ; Dares to touch , audaciously , This cathedral of the sea ! I have been the pontiff - priest , Where the waters never rest , Where a fledgy sea - bird choir Soars for ever ! Holy fire I have hid from mortal man ...
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Сторінка 64 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Сторінка 171 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
Сторінка 74 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Сторінка 68 - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
Сторінка 41 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
Сторінка 141 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Сторінка 59 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — 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 85 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Сторінка 193 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Сторінка 82 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.