The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Том 4Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... knew no way of overcoming the inveterate obstinacy of our This letter is given from the New York World of the 25th and 26th of June 1877 , in which it was cut up and scattered about with a great deal of unnecessary mystification , not ...
... knew no way of overcoming the inveterate obstinacy of our This letter is given from the New York World of the 25th and 26th of June 1877 , in which it was cut up and scattered about with a great deal of unnecessary mystification , not ...
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... knew Hook , " O , yes ! Hook and I are very intimate . " There's a page of wit for you , to put John Bunyan's emblems out of countenance . As for pun - making , I wish it were as good a trade as pin - making . There is very little ...
... knew Hook , " O , yes ! Hook and I are very intimate . " There's a page of wit for you , to put John Bunyan's emblems out of countenance . As for pun - making , I wish it were as good a trade as pin - making . There is very little ...
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... knew that they were half over ; I mean that George is safe in England , and in good health . I fear I must be dull , having had no good- This brilliant letter written to Keats's brilliant sister - in - law in America has given rise to ...
... knew that they were half over ; I mean that George is safe in England , and in good health . I fear I must be dull , having had no good- This brilliant letter written to Keats's brilliant sister - in - law in America has given rise to ...
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... knew . He does not under- stand this . Who would be braggadocio to Johnny Bull ? Johnny's house is his castle , and a precious dull castle it is . What a many Bull castles there are in so - and - so crescent . I never wish myself a ...
... knew . He does not under- stand this . Who would be braggadocio to Johnny Bull ? Johnny's house is his castle , and a precious dull castle it is . What a many Bull castles there are in so - and - so crescent . I never wish myself a ...
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... knew there was no return for him , and where you still live near the hallowed place of his burial . All who love Keats's memory must share such pain in the contemplation of his agony of soul . But you who love him having known , and we ...
... knew there was no return for him , and where you still live near the hallowed place of his burial . All who love Keats's memory must share such pain in the contemplation of his agony of soul . But you who love him having known , and we ...
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Страница 291 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Страница 242 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Страница 243 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. 'Thou art become as one of us...
Страница 241 - A pardlike spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked; — a Power Girt round with weakness; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Страница 233 - Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; — the moving pomp might seem Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.
Страница 231 - To that high Capital, where kingly Death Keeps his pale court in beauty and decay, He came; and bought, with price of purest breath, A grave among the eternal.
Страница 291 - Mnemosyne was straying in the world ; Far from her moon had Phoebe wandered ; And many else were free to roam abroad, But for the main, here found they covert drear. Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways ; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
Страница 245 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Страница 290 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun ; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Страница 237 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais ! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art...