Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats, Том 1 |
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... tell their own tale , they would in truth be the book , and my business would be almost limited to their collection and arrangement ; whereas , if I only regarded them as the materials of my own work , the general effect would chiefly ...
... tell their own tale , they would in truth be the book , and my business would be almost limited to their collection and arrangement ; whereas , if I only regarded them as the materials of my own work , the general effect would chiefly ...
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... tell no more than was told to me , and that I have done as faith- fully as I was able and I now leave the result in the hands of the few whose habits of thought incline them to such subjects , not , indeed , in the hope that their task ...
... tell no more than was told to me , and that I have done as faith- fully as I was able and I now leave the result in the hands of the few whose habits of thought incline them to such subjects , not , indeed , in the hope that their task ...
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... tell the tale , The enchanting tale , the tale of pleasing woe . " Confused as are the imagery and diction of these lines , their feeling suggests a painful contrast with the harsh judgment and late remorse of their object , the proud ...
... tell the tale , The enchanting tale , the tale of pleasing woe . " Confused as are the imagery and diction of these lines , their feeling suggests a painful contrast with the harsh judgment and late remorse of their object , the proud ...
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... tell him how I want them . From want of regular rest I have been rather narvus , and the passage in Lear , " Do you not hear the sea ! has haunted me intensely . " " " It keeps eternal whisperings around , " & c . * April , 18th . I'll tell ...
... tell him how I want them . From want of regular rest I have been rather narvus , and the passage in Lear , " Do you not hear the sea ! has haunted me intensely . " " " It keeps eternal whisperings around , " & c . * April , 18th . I'll tell ...
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... telling me not to give way to forebodings , George has been telling you what I have lately said in my * To the copy of this letter , given me by Mr. Haydon on the 14th of May , 1846 , a note was affixed at this place , in the words ...
... telling me not to give way to forebodings , George has been telling you what I have lately said in my * To the copy of this letter , given me by Mr. Haydon on the 14th of May , 1846 , a note was affixed at this place , in the words ...
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Страница 95 - 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...
Страница 43 - 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.
Страница 37 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Страница 278 - Free virtue should enthral to force or chance. Their song was partial, but the harmony (What could it less when spirits immortal sing?) Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment The thronging audience.
Страница 29 - tis a gentle luxury to weep, That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud ; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time — with a billowy main A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
Страница 266 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless ; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence ; " my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.
Страница 278 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Страница 214 - Whose prelude held all envy, hate and wrong But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Страница 103 - 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!
Страница 98 - I think a little change has taken place in my intellect lately — I cannot bear to be uninterested or unemployed, I, who for so long a time have been addicted to passiveness.