John Keats: His Life and Poetry, His Friends, Critics and After-fameC. Scribner's Sons, 1917 - 598 Seiten |
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... never saw a woman of the talents and sense of my grandmother , except my mother . ' As to the grandmother and her estimable qualities all accounts are agreed , but of the mother the witness quoted himself tells a very different tale ...
... never saw a woman of the talents and sense of my grandmother , except my mother . ' As to the grandmother and her estimable qualities all accounts are agreed , but of the mother the witness quoted himself tells a very different tale ...
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... never heard a word of disapproval from any one , superior or equal , who had known him.1 The same excellent witness records in agreement with the last that in his earlier school - days Keats showed no particular signs of an intellectual ...
... never heard a word of disapproval from any one , superior or equal , who had known him.1 The same excellent witness records in agreement with the last that in his earlier school - days Keats showed no particular signs of an intellectual ...
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... never would have taken the necessary exercise had he not been sometimes driven out for the purpose by one of the masters . One of the silver medals awarded to Keats as a school prize in these days exists in confirmation of this account ...
... never would have taken the necessary exercise had he not been sometimes driven out for the purpose by one of the masters . One of the silver medals awarded to Keats as a school prize in these days exists in confirmation of this account ...
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... never observed the tears in his eyes nor the broken voice which are indicative of extreme sensibility . These indeed were not the parts of poetry which he took pleasure in pointing out . This last , it should be noted , seems in pretty ...
... never observed the tears in his eyes nor the broken voice which are indicative of extreme sensibility . These indeed were not the parts of poetry which he took pleasure in pointing out . This last , it should be noted , seems in pretty ...
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... never caught by that special passion of philosophical curiosity which laid hold for a season on Coleridge and Shelley successively , and drew them powerfully towards the study of the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame . The ...
... never caught by that special passion of philosophical curiosity which laid hold for a season on Coleridge and Shelley successively , and drew them powerfully towards the study of the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame . The ...
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admiration afterwards Bailey beauty beginning Blackwood Brawne brother Brown Byron Charles Lamb Coleridge couplet Cowden Clarke critical death delight Dilke dream Elgin marbles Elizabethan Endymion English epistle Eve of St expressed eyes fancy Fanny Fanny Brawne feel friends genius George George Keats Hampstead happy Haydon Hazlitt heart hope human Hunt's Hyperion imagination inspiration John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Joseph Severn Keats Keats's Lamb Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines living London Milton mind months mood nature never night passage passion pleasure poem poet poet's poetic quoted Reynolds rimes Rimini romance seems sense Severn Shelley Shelley's sister Sleep and Poetry song sonnet soul Spenser spirit St Agnes stanzas story strain sweet tell thee things thou thought touch verse vision volume walk weeks Woodhouse words Wordsworth writing written wrote young youth
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Seite 417 - 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 ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss. For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Seite 148 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 353 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child. Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Seite 425 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Seite 241 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 424 - To bend with apples the moss'd 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 255 - The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate from their being in close relationship with Beauty and Truth.
Seite 90 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 406 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one and one the bolts full easy slide: The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone...
Seite 148 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on...