The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 страници |
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... hear the sea ! " has haunted me intensely . 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 ...
... hear the sea ! " has haunted me intensely . 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 ...
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... hear any little intelligence in the lite- rary or friendly way when you have time to scribble . MY DEAR SIR , 10th July , 1817 . A couple of Duns that I thought would be silent till the beginning , at least , of next month , ( when I am ...
... hear any little intelligence in the lite- rary or friendly way when you have time to scribble . MY DEAR SIR , 10th July , 1817 . A couple of Duns that I thought would be silent till the beginning , at least , of next month , ( when I am ...
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... hear that within these last three weeks I have written 1000 lines , which are the third book of my Poem . My ideas of it , I assure you , are very low , and I would write the subject thoroughly again , but I am tired of it , and think ...
... hear that within these last three weeks I have written 1000 lines , which are the third book of my Poem . My ideas of it , I assure you , are very low , and I would write the subject thoroughly again , but I am tired of it , and think ...
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... hear that you are in a fair way for Easter . You will soon get through your unpleasant reading , and then ! --but the world is full of troubles , and I have not much reason to think myself pestered with many . I think or has a better ...
... hear that you are in a fair way for Easter . You will soon get through your unpleasant reading , and then ! --but the world is full of troubles , and I have not much reason to think myself pestered with many . I think or has a better ...
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... hear it , so don't look into any of the old corner oaken pews , for fear of being put out by us . Poor Johnny Moultrie can't be there . He is ill , I expect - but that's neither here nor there . All I can say , I wish him as well ...
... hear it , so don't look into any of the old corner oaken pews , for fear of being put out by us . Poor Johnny Moultrie can't be there . He is ill , I expect - but that's neither here nor there . All I can say , I wish him as well ...
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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.