The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Bände 1-2Dodd, Mead, 1883 |
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... never heard any of them quarrel with what Lowell says , although his article is much more objectionable , and what he says of Keats much more unprovoked and uncalled for than what was said by either Terry in " Blackwood " or Gifford in ...
... never heard any of them quarrel with what Lowell says , although his article is much more objectionable , and what he says of Keats much more unprovoked and uncalled for than what was said by either Terry in " Blackwood " or Gifford in ...
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... never taught Greek . He must have read Virgil diligently , if not familiarly , for before he left Enfield he had translated on paper the whole of the Æneid ; but it was ordinary school manuals , such as " Tooke's Pantheon , " " Spence's ...
... never taught Greek . He must have read Virgil diligently , if not familiarly , for before he left Enfield he had translated on paper the whole of the Æneid ; but it was ordinary school manuals , such as " Tooke's Pantheon , " " Spence's ...
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... drama fell still - born from the press , he never attempted anything more . Neglect spoiled him for further effort . Keats , however , gave up not so easily . He quarreled with his publisher , Mr. xvi MEMOIR . POEMS:
... drama fell still - born from the press , he never attempted anything more . Neglect spoiled him for further effort . Keats , however , gave up not so easily . He quarreled with his publisher , Mr. xvi MEMOIR . POEMS:
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... never take up an instrument again . " Endymion " was begun at Margate in May , 1817. Keats had spent some time just previous to this in the Isle of Wight , where he had attempted to work , but the solitude and his own company were too ...
... never take up an instrument again . " Endymion " was begun at Margate in May , 1817. Keats had spent some time just previous to this in the Isle of Wight , where he had attempted to work , but the solitude and his own company were too ...
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... never had a right to complain of the treatment he received at the hands of Taylor & Hessey . They were not only generous to him , but friendly and sympathetic , anticipating his wants very frequently , and never failing to respond to ...
... never had a right to complain of the treatment he received at the hands of Taylor & Hessey . They were not only generous to him , but friendly and sympathetic , anticipating his wants very frequently , and never failing to respond to ...
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Apollo Art thou beauty beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cheek clouds cool dark dear death delight dost doth dream earth Endymion eyes faint fair Fanny Brawne feel flowers forest gentle George Keats golden gone green grief hand happy heart heaven immortal John Keats Keats Keats's kiss last eve leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips Lord Houghton lute lyre melodies mighty morning mortal Naiad never night nought numbers o'er Peona pinions pleasant pleasure poesy poet rill Ring-doves rose round Scylla seem'd sigh silent silver sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars strange streams summer sweet tears TEIGNMOUTH tell tender thee thine things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou art thou hast thought trees trembling twas vex'd voice Whence whispering wild wind wings wonders young youth
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Seite 243 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a new old-sign Sipping beverage divine, And pledging with contented smack The Mermaid in the Zodiac.
Seite 73 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Seite 76 - 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.
Seite 246 - Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe's, when her zone...
Seite xxviii - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Seite 248 - Where's the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft ? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind : Dulcet-eyed as Ceres...
Seite 194 - The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy ! O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!
Seite 196 - tis not for me ! Bewitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. " Come then, Sorrow ! Sweetest Sorrow ! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast : I thought to leave thee And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. " There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid ; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Seite 81 - 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.
Seite 26 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.