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... poet JOHN KEATS , was born prematurely on either the 29th or 31st of October , 1795 . A second son , named George , followed on February 28 , 1797 ; a third , Tom , on November 18 , 1799 ; a fourth , Edward , who died in infancy , on ...
... poet JOHN KEATS , was born prematurely on either the 29th or 31st of October , 1795 . A second son , named George , followed on February 28 , 1797 ; a third , Tom , on November 18 , 1799 ; a fourth , Edward , who died in infancy , on ...
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... poet's moth- er , we learn more vaguely that she was " tall , of good fig- ure , with large oval face , and sensible deportment ; " and again , that she was a lively , clever , impulsive woman , pas- sionately fond of amusement , and ...
... poet's moth- er , we learn more vaguely that she was " tall , of good fig- ure , with large oval face , and sensible deportment ; " and again , that she was a lively , clever , impulsive woman , pas- sionately fond of amusement , and ...
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... poet's childhood , mentioned also by Haydon , on the authority of a gammer who had known him from his birth , is that when he was first learning to speak , instead of answering sensibly , he had a trick of making a rhyme to the last ...
... poet's childhood , mentioned also by Haydon , on the authority of a gammer who had known him from his birth , is that when he was first learning to speak , instead of answering sensibly , he had a trick of making a rhyme to the last ...
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... poet , he was igno- rant of his birthright until he had completed his eighteenth year . It was the Faerie Queene ... poetic powers I first received from his brothers , and afterwards from himself . This , his earliest attempt , the ...
... poet , he was igno- rant of his birthright until he had completed his eighteenth year . It was the Faerie Queene ... poetic powers I first received from his brothers , and afterwards from himself . This , his earliest attempt , the ...
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... poet - apprentice , who was not devoid of thoroughness and resolution in the performance even of uncongenial tasks . At all events Mr. Hammond allowed the indentures to be cancelled , and Keats , being now nearly nineteen years of age ...
... poet - apprentice , who was not devoid of thoroughness and resolution in the performance even of uncongenial tasks . At all events Mr. Hammond allowed the indentures to be cancelled , and Keats , being now nearly nineteen years of age ...
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admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning Brawne brother Brown Charles Cowden Clarke Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton ment Milton mind nature never partly passage passion piece poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought tion touch turn Vale of Health verse vision walked Winchester Woodhouse MSS words Wordsworth writes written wrote young
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Сторінка 175 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Сторінка 23 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 214 - But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Сторінка 171 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 109 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Сторінка 171 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Сторінка 167 - 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.
Сторінка 159 - Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by, and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
Сторінка 175 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 129 - According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting in the Trenches, or with Theocritus in the Vales of Sicily. Or I throw my whole being into Troilus, and repeating those lines, 'I wander, like a lost Soul upon the Stygian Banks staying for waftage,' I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone.