Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats, Band 1 |
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... light up his countenance with ecstacy , and some fine touch of description would seem to strike on the secret chords of his soul and generate countless harmonies . This in fact was not only his open presentation at the Court of the ...
... light up his countenance with ecstacy , and some fine touch of description would seem to strike on the secret chords of his soul and generate countless harmonies . This in fact was not only his open presentation at the Court of the ...
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... light a hidden treasure . " Although this foretaste of fame is in most cases a delusion ( as the fame itself may be a greater delusion still ) , yet it is the best and purest drop in the cup intellectual ambition . It is enjoyed , thank ...
... light a hidden treasure . " Although this foretaste of fame is in most cases a delusion ( as the fame itself may be a greater delusion still ) , yet it is the best and purest drop in the cup intellectual ambition . It is enjoyed , thank ...
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... light ? In the calm grandeur of a sober line We see the waving of the mountain pine , And when a tale is beautifully staid , We feel the safety of a hawthorn glade . " He had yet to learn that Art should purify and elevate the Nature ...
... light ? In the calm grandeur of a sober line We see the waving of the mountain pine , And when a tale is beautifully staid , We feel the safety of a hawthorn glade . " He had yet to learn that Art should purify and elevate the Nature ...
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... light to posterity , I see nothing but continual up - hill journeying . Nor is there any- thing more unpleasant ( it may come among the thousand and one ) than to be so journeying and to miss the goal at last . But I intend to whistle ...
... light to posterity , I see nothing but continual up - hill journeying . Nor is there any- thing more unpleasant ( it may come among the thousand and one ) than to be so journeying and to miss the goal at last . But I intend to whistle ...
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... light as the Sybil's leaves in Virgil , whereat the fiend skulks off with his tail between his legs . Touch him with this enchanted paper , and he whips you his head away as fast as a snail's horn ; but then the horrid propensity he has ...
... light as the Sybil's leaves in Virgil , whereat the fiend skulks off with his tail between his legs . Touch him with this enchanted paper , and he whips you his head away as fast as a snail's horn ; but then the horrid propensity he has ...
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Seite 95 - 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 43 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Seite 37 - Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Seite 278 - Free virtue should enthral to force or chance. Their song was partial, but the harmony (What could it less when spirits immortal sing?) Suspended Hell, and took with ravishment The thronging audience.
Seite 29 - tis a gentle luxury to weep, That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud ; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time — with a billowy main A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
Seite 266 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless ; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence ; " my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.
Seite 278 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Seite 214 - Whose prelude held all envy, hate and wrong But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Seite 103 - 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 98 - I think a little change has taken place in my intellect lately — I cannot bear to be uninterested or unemployed, I, who for so long a time have been addicted to passiveness.