Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 стор. |
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... - greater things than our Creator himself made . A I wrote to yesterday : scarcely know what I said in it ; I could not talk about poetry in the way I should have liked , for ^ I was not in humor with either his or JOHN KEATS . 37.
... - greater things than our Creator himself made . A I wrote to yesterday : scarcely know what I said in it ; I could not talk about poetry in the way I should have liked , for ^ I was not in humor with either his or JOHN KEATS . 37.
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... wrote thus : - " Believe me , my dear " it is a great happiness to see that you are , in this finest part of the year , winning a little enjoy- ment from the hard world . In truth , the great elements we know of , are no mean comforters ...
... wrote thus : - " Believe me , my dear " it is a great happiness to see that you are , in this finest part of the year , winning a little enjoy- ment from the hard world . In truth , the great elements we know of , are no mean comforters ...
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... wrote to his bro- ther George in the spring , and which are well worth the repetition . " As to what you say about my being a Poet , I can return no answer but by saying that the high idea I have of poetical fame makes me think I see it ...
... wrote to his bro- ther George in the spring , and which are well worth the repetition . " As to what you say about my being a Poet , I can return no answer but by saying that the high idea I have of poetical fame makes me think I see it ...
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... wrote some lines . Whenever I am separated from you , and not engaged in a con- tinued poem , every letter shall bring you a lyric - but I am too anxious for you to enjoy the whole to send you a particle . One of the three books I have ...
... wrote some lines . Whenever I am separated from you , and not engaged in a con- tinued poem , every letter shall bring you a lyric - but I am too anxious for you to enjoy the whole to send you a particle . One of the three books I have ...
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... wrote it I wanted you to give your vote , pro or con . Chrystalline Brother of the belt of Heaven , Aquarius ! to whom King Jove hath given Two liquid pulse - streams , ' stead of feather'd wings- Two fan - like fountains - thine ...
... wrote it I wanted you to give your vote , pro or con . Chrystalline Brother of the belt of Heaven , Aquarius ! to whom King Jove hath given Two liquid pulse - streams , ' stead of feather'd wings- Two fan - like fountains - thine ...
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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.