The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 стор. |
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... who's afraid ? for I had owed him [ a letter ] so long : however , he shall see I will be better in future . Is he in town yet ? I have directed to Oxford as the better chance . I have copied my Fourth Book , and shall write JOHN KEATS .
... who's afraid ? for I had owed him [ a letter ] so long : however , he shall see I will be better in future . Is he in town yet ? I have directed to Oxford as the better chance . I have copied my Fourth Book , and shall write JOHN KEATS .
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... town in about ten days . We go by way of Bath on purpose to call on Bailey . I hope soon to be writ- ing to you about the things of the north , purposing to way- fare all over those parts . I have settled my accoutrements in my own mind ...
... town in about ten days . We go by way of Bath on purpose to call on Bailey . I hope soon to be writ- ing to you about the things of the north , purposing to way- fare all over those parts . I have settled my accoutrements in my own mind ...
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... town two days , at the end of which my expec- tations began to get up a little . I found two on the table , one from Bailey and one from Haydon . I am quite per- plexed in a world of doubts and fancies ; there is nothing stable in the ...
... town two days , at the end of which my expec- tations began to get up a little . I found two on the table , one from Bailey and one from Haydon . I am quite per- plexed in a world of doubts and fancies ; there is nothing stable in the ...
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... town : we will have some such days upon the heath like that of last summer --and why not with the same book ? or what say you to a black - letter Chaucer , printed in 1596 ? Aye , I have got one , huzza ! I shall have it bound in ...
... town : we will have some such days upon the heath like that of last summer --and why not with the same book ? or what say you to a black - letter Chaucer , printed in 1596 ? Aye , I have got one , huzza ! I shall have it bound in ...
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... Theatre just before I left town . Tom has spit a leetle blood this afternoon , and that is rather a damper — but I know - the truth is , there is something real in the world . Your third Chamber of Life shall JOHN KEATS . 121.
... Theatre just before I left town . Tom has spit a leetle blood this afternoon , and that is rather a damper — but I know - the truth is , there is something real in the world . Your third Chamber of Life shall JOHN KEATS . 121.
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The Life & Letters of John Keats Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton),John Keats Повний перегляд - 1927 |
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Сторінка 204 - 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 233 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Сторінка 204 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Сторінка 80 - 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 1
Сторінка 347 - One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain : The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake...
Сторінка 118 - Man — of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of Misery and Heartbreak, Pain, Sickness and oppression — whereby this Chamber of Maiden Thought becomes gradually darken'd and at the same time on all sides of it many doors are set open — but all dark — all leading to dark passages — We see not the balance of good and evil. We are in a Mist. We are now in that state — We feel the
Сторінка 345 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Сторінка 30 - 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 36 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Сторінка 181 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.