Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats, Том 1 |
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... wrote the Sonnet , at the end of the tale of " The Flower and the Leaf , " he felt nothing but the pure breath of nature in the morning of English literature . His friend Clarke , tired with a long walk , had fallen asleep on the sofa ...
... wrote the Sonnet , at the end of the tale of " The Flower and the Leaf , " he felt nothing but the pure breath of nature in the morning of English literature . His friend Clarke , tired with a long walk , had fallen asleep on the sofa ...
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... he left his prison riveted the connexion . They read and walked together , and wrote verses in competition on a given subject . " No imaginative pleasure , " characteristically observes Mr. Hunt , " was 20 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
... he left his prison riveted the connexion . They read and walked together , and wrote verses in competition on a given subject . " No imaginative pleasure , " characteristically observes Mr. Hunt , " was 20 LIFE AND LETTERS OF.
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... wrote the sonnet- 66 Glory and loveliness have passed away , " & c . & c . which , but for the insertion of one epithet of doubtful taste , is excellent in itself , and curious , as showing how he already had possessed himself with the ...
... wrote the sonnet- 66 Glory and loveliness have passed away , " & c . & c . which , but for the insertion of one epithet of doubtful taste , is excellent in itself , and curious , as showing how he already had possessed himself with the ...
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... wrote the following letters . The correspondence with Mr. Reynolds will form so considerable a portion of this volume , and will so dis- tinctly enunciate the invaluable worth of his friend- ship to Keats , that one can only regret that ...
... wrote the following letters . The correspondence with Mr. Reynolds will form so considerable a portion of this volume , and will so dis- tinctly enunciate the invaluable worth of his friend- ship to Keats , that one can only regret that ...
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... wrote to my brother from Southampton , I have been in a taking , and at this moment I am about to become settled , for I have unpacked my books , put them into a snug corner , pinned up Haydon , Mary Queen [ of ] Scots , and Mil- ton ...
... wrote to my brother from Southampton , I have been in a taking , and at this moment I am about to become settled , for I have unpacked my books , put them into a snug corner , pinned up Haydon , Mary Queen [ of ] Scots , and Mil- ton ...
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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.