Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 стор. |
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... thought it high time to intervene , and removed the patient to his house , No. 13 Mortimer Terrace , Kentish Town . By the 7th of July - just about the time when Keats's last volume was published , the one containing " Lamia ...
... thought it high time to intervene , and removed the patient to his house , No. 13 Mortimer Terrace , Kentish Town . By the 7th of July - just about the time when Keats's last volume was published , the one containing " Lamia ...
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... thought , and deed . I am sorry - at times I feel bitterly sorry that I ever made you unhappy . My excuse is that those words have been wrung from me by the sharpness of my feelings . At all events , and in any case , I have been wrong ...
... thought , and deed . I am sorry - at times I feel bitterly sorry that I ever made you unhappy . My excuse is that those words have been wrung from me by the sharpness of my feelings . At all events , and in any case , I have been wrong ...
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... thought I would write ' while I was in some liking , ' or I might become too ill to write at all , and then , if the desire to have written should become strong , it would be a great affliction to me . I have many more letters to write ...
... thought I would write ' while I was in some liking , ' or I might become too ill to write at all , and then , if the desire to have written should become strong , it would be a great affliction to me . I have many more letters to write ...
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... thought of you being at Chichester to - day . I should have delighted in setting off for London for the sensa- tion merely - for what should I do there ? I could not leave my lungs or stomach or other worse things behind me . " I wish ...
... thought of you being at Chichester to - day . I should have delighted in setting off for London for the sensa- tion merely - for what should I do there ? I could not leave my lungs or stomach or other worse things behind me . " I wish ...
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... thought of leaving Miss Brawne is beyond everything horrible- the sense of darkness coming over me - I eternally see her figure eternally vanishing . Some of the phrases she was in the habit of using during my last nursing at Wentworth ...
... thought of leaving Miss Brawne is beyond everything horrible- the sense of darkness coming over me - I eternally see her figure eternally vanishing . Some of the phrases she was in the habit of using during my last nursing at Wentworth ...
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Сторінка 151 - 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 193 - I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Сторінка 114 - 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...
Сторінка 196 - 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 197 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Сторінка 87 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Сторінка 197 - 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 Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Сторінка 95 - 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 193 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — "I love thee true!
Сторінка 197 - 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.
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