Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John KeatsG. P. Putnam, 1848 - 393 Seiten |
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... hand of the artist is cold , and the heart that palpitated under neglect is still for ever . This composition , or rather compilation , has been indeed a labor of love , and I rejoice to prefix to it a name not dearer to public esteem ...
... hand of the artist is cold , and the heart that palpitated under neglect is still for ever . This composition , or rather compilation , has been indeed a labor of love , and I rejoice to prefix to it a name not dearer to public esteem ...
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... hand of the artist is cold , and the heart that palpitated under neglect is still for ever . This composition , or rather compilation , has been indeed a labor of love , and I rejoice to prefix to it a name not dearer to public esteem ...
... hand of the artist is cold , and the heart that palpitated under neglect is still for ever . This composition , or rather compilation , has been indeed a labor of love , and I rejoice to prefix to it a name not dearer to public esteem ...
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... hand . The quantity of translations on paper he made during the last two years of his stay at Enfield was surprising . The twelve books of the " Eneid " were a por- tion of it , but he does not appear to have been familiar with much ...
... hand . The quantity of translations on paper he made during the last two years of his stay at Enfield was surprising . The twelve books of the " Eneid " were a por- tion of it , but he does not appear to have been familiar with much ...
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... friend Clarke , tired with a long walk , had fallen asleep on the sofa with a book in his hand , and when he woke , the volume was enriched with this addition , L " This pleasant tale is like a little copse JOHN KEATS . 19.
... friend Clarke , tired with a long walk , had fallen asleep on the sofa with a book in his hand , and when he woke , the volume was enriched with this addition , L " This pleasant tale is like a little copse JOHN KEATS . 19.
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... hand is half inclined to push away to let in the fresh air of heaven . The lines " As to my Sonnets - though none else should heed them , I feel delighted still that you should read them , " occur in this Epistle , and several of these ...
... hand is half inclined to push away to let in the fresh air of heaven . The lines " As to my Sonnets - though none else should heed them , I feel delighted still that you should read them , " occur in this Epistle , and several of these ...
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affectionate friend Albert Auranthe Bailey beautiful Bertha breathe bright brother Brown Castle Conrad dare DEAR REYNOLDS death delight Dilke doth Elgin Marbles Emperor Endymion Erminia Ethelbert Exeunt eyes fair fame feel flowers genius George George Keats Gersa give Glocester Gonfred Hampstead hand happy Haydon head hear heard heart Heaven honor hope Hunt Hyperion imagination Isle of Wight JOHN KEATS Keats's lady leave Leigh Hunt letter literary live look Lord Lord Byron Ludolph mind morning nature never night noble numbers Otho pain Paradise Lost pass passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Port Patrick Prince Severn Shakspeare Sigifred sister sleep soft song Sonnet sort soul speak spirit Staffa sure sweet TEIGNMOUTH tell thee thing thou thought tion to-day truth verse walk wings word Wordsworth write written wrote
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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.