The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a LifeLittle, Brown. Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1859 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina xii
... pleasant to fancy the horror of those respectable writers if their pages could suddenly have be- come alive under their pens with all that the young poet saw in them . * * There is always some one willing to make himself a sort of ...
... pleasant to fancy the horror of those respectable writers if their pages could suddenly have be- come alive under their pens with all that the young poet saw in them . * * There is always some one willing to make himself a sort of ...
Pagina xv
... pleasant to be ridiculous , even if you are a lord ; but to be ridiculous and an apothecary at the same time , is almost as bad as it was formerly to be excommu- nicated . A priori , there was something absurd in poetry written by the ...
... pleasant to be ridiculous , even if you are a lord ; but to be ridiculous and an apothecary at the same time , is almost as bad as it was formerly to be excommu- nicated . A priori , there was something absurd in poetry written by the ...
Pagina xvi
... pleasant to be talked down upon by your inferiors who happen to have the advantage of position , nor to be drenched with ditch - water , though you know it to be thrown by a scullion in a garret . Keats , as his was a temperament in ...
... pleasant to be talked down upon by your inferiors who happen to have the advantage of position , nor to be drenched with ditch - water , though you know it to be thrown by a scullion in a garret . Keats , as his was a temperament in ...
Pagina xxiv
... me . " It is pleasant always to see Love hiding his head with such pains , while his whole body is so clearly visible , as in this extract . This lady , it seems , is not a Cleopatra , only a Charmian xxiv THE LIFE OF KEATS .
... me . " It is pleasant always to see Love hiding his head with such pains , while his whole body is so clearly visible , as in this extract . This lady , it seems , is not a Cleopatra , only a Charmian xxiv THE LIFE OF KEATS .
Pagina xxix
... to have been in the Cancello over the garden gate of the Villa Negroni , pleasantly familiar to all Americans as the Roman home of their countryman Craw- ford . On the 14th February , 1821 , Severn speaks of THE LIFE OF KEATS . xxix.
... to have been in the Cancello over the garden gate of the Villa Negroni , pleasantly familiar to all Americans as the Roman home of their countryman Craw- ford . On the 14th February , 1821 , Severn speaks of THE LIFE OF KEATS . xxix.
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Adieu Apollo Arethusa art thou Bacchus beauty beneath bliss blue bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek chidden clouds Corinth dark death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth Elysium Enceladus Endymion eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle golden green grief hair hand happy head heart heaven Hermes Hyperion Keats kiss Lamia leaves light lips lone look lute Lycius lyre melodies moon morning mortal Muse Naiad never night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd passion pleasant pleasure poet rill ring-dove rose round Saturn Satyrs Scylla seem'd shade sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spake spirit stars stept stood streams sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas voice warm weep whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 287 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pagina 197 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Pagina 288 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 369 - My spirit is too weak — Mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagined pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky. Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Pagina ix - And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Pagina 302 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Pagina 390 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Pagina 202 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush 'd with blood of queens and kings.
Pagina 418 - Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Pagina 198 - Good Saints! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.