Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 Seiten |
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... Sonnet on Spenser , the date of which I have not been able to trace , itself illustrates this view : - 66 Spenser ! a jealous honorer of thine , A forester deep in thy midmost treès , Did , last eve , ask my promise to refine Some ...
... Sonnet on Spenser , the date of which I have not been able to trace , itself illustrates this view : - 66 Spenser ! a jealous honorer of thine , A forester deep in thy midmost treès , Did , last eve , ask my promise to refine Some ...
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... Sonnet , of little merit , to him in December , 1814 : — " Byron ! how sweetly sad thy melody ! Attuning still the soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touched her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst ...
... Sonnet , of little merit , to him in December , 1814 : — " Byron ! how sweetly sad thy melody ! Attuning still the soul to tenderness , As if soft Pity , with unusual stress , Had touched her plaintive lute , and thou , being by , Hadst ...
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... Sonnet in which these his first impressions are concentrated , was left the following day on Mr. Clarke's table , realizing the idea of that form of verse expressed by Keats himself in his third Epistle , as- " swelling loudly Up to its ...
... Sonnet in which these his first impressions are concentrated , was left the following day on Mr. Clarke's table , realizing the idea of that form of verse expressed by Keats himself in his third Epistle , as- " swelling loudly Up to its ...
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... Sonnet , as above cited - the Ode , the Epic , " 6 Growing , like Atlas , stronger from its load , " " of all the king , and last , Round , vast , and spanning all , like Saturn's ring , " " The sharp , the rapier - pointed Epigram ...
... Sonnet , as above cited - the Ode , the Epic , " 6 Growing , like Atlas , stronger from its load , " " of all the king , and last , Round , vast , and spanning all , like Saturn's ring , " " The sharp , the rapier - pointed Epigram ...
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... to a side- table , and while all around were noisily conversing , he sat down and wrote the sonnet- 66 Glory and loveliness have passed away , " & c . & c . which , but for the insertion of one epithet of JOHN KEATS . 27.
... to a side- table , and while all around were noisily conversing , he sat down and wrote the sonnet- 66 Glory and loveliness have passed away , " & c . & c . which , but for the insertion of one epithet of JOHN KEATS . 27.
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Seite 64 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, 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!
Seite 171 - A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the...
Seite 74 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Seite 68 - I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity — it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance — 2nd.
Seite 41 - I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consecutive reasoning — and yet it must be. Can it be that even the greatest philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections. However it may be, O for a Life of sensations rather than of thoughts ! It is 'a vision in the form of youth
Seite 141 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Seite 59 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Seite 85 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Seite 193 - I have given up Hyperion — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Seite 82 - I have been hovering for some time between an exquisite sense of the luxurious, and a love for philosophy, — were I calculated for the former, I should be glad. But as I am not, I shall turn all my soul to the latter.