The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 страници |
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... felt the deep emotions of the Muse . He delighted in leading you through the mazes of elaborate description , but was less conscious of the sublime and the pathetic . He used to spend many evenings in reading to me , but I never ...
... felt the deep emotions of the Muse . He delighted in leading you through the mazes of elaborate description , but was less conscious of the sublime and the pathetic . He used to spend many evenings in reading to me , but I never ...
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... felt relief from pain , When some bright thought has darted through my brain - Through all the day , I've felt a greater pleasure Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure . Although this foretaste of fame is in most cases a ...
... felt relief from pain , When some bright thought has darted through my brain - Through all the day , I've felt a greater pleasure Than if I'd brought to light a hidden treasure . Although this foretaste of fame is in most cases a ...
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... felt over again your very speculations and surmises at the time it first operated on your soul ? Do you not remember forming to yourself the singer's face- more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the eleva- tion of the ...
... felt over again your very speculations and surmises at the time it first operated on your soul ? Do you not remember forming to yourself the singer's face- more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the eleva- tion of the ...
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... felt interested in either Reynolds or Haydon , I was well read in their faults ; yet , knowing them , I have been cementing gradually with both . I have an affection for them both , for reasons almost op- posite ; and to both must I of ...
... felt interested in either Reynolds or Haydon , I was well read in their faults ; yet , knowing them , I have been cementing gradually with both . I have an affection for them both , for reasons almost op- posite ; and to both must I of ...
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... felt the greatness of the thing up to the writing of a sonnet prepara- tory thereto in my next you shall have it . There were some miserable reports of Rice's health — I went , and lo ! Master Jemmy had been to the play the night before ...
... felt the greatness of the thing up to the writing of a sonnet prepara- tory thereto in my next you shall have it . There were some miserable reports of Rice's health — I went , and lo ! Master Jemmy had been to the play the night before ...
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Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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...
Страница 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
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.