The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 Seiten |
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... 29th of October , 1795. * * This point , which has been disputed , ( Mr. Leigh Hunt making him a year younger , ) is decided by the proceedings in Chancery , He had two younger brothers , George and Thomas , B 2 JOHN KEATS . 3.
... 29th of October , 1795. * * This point , which has been disputed , ( Mr. Leigh Hunt making him a year younger , ) is decided by the proceedings in Chancery , He had two younger brothers , George and Thomas , B 2 JOHN KEATS . 3.
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... Hunt of his first acquaintance originality and his po of разу- Hung b མལཅ་ and friend ; Hunt , who was regarded with ridicule , as the ma truth he was only their e while the unpopularity of ms liberal and cosmopolite politics was ...
... Hunt of his first acquaintance originality and his po of разу- Hung b མལཅ་ and friend ; Hunt , who was regarded with ridicule , as the ma truth he was only their e while the unpopularity of ms liberal and cosmopolite politics was ...
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... hunting be begun . He who knows these delights , and too is prone To moralise upon a smile or tear , Will find at once ... Hunt , " was left un- noticed by us or unenjoyed , from the recollection of the bards and patriots of old , to the ...
... hunting be begun . He who knows these delights , and too is prone To moralise upon a smile or tear , Will find at once ... Hunt , " was left un- noticed by us or unenjoyed , from the recollection of the bards and patriots of old , to the ...
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... Hunt's pretty cottage , in the vale of Health , in the same quarter . These two pieces , being of considerable length , tested the strength of the young poet's fancy , and it did not fail . Yet it was to be expected that the apparent ...
... Hunt's pretty cottage , in the vale of Health , in the same quarter . These two pieces , being of considerable length , tested the strength of the young poet's fancy , and it did not fail . Yet it was to be expected that the apparent ...
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... Hunt , if it be only ten lines . I hope all is well . I shall forthwith begin my " Endymion , " which I hope I shall have got some way into by the time you come , when we will read our verses in a delightful place , I have set my heart ...
... Hunt , if it be only ten lines . I hope all is well . I shall forthwith begin my " Endymion , " which I hope I shall have got some way into by the time you come , when we will read our verses in a delightful place , I have set my heart ...
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affectionate friend appears AUCHTERCAIRN beautiful breath brother Brown Charles Cowden Clarke clouds comfort cottage DEAR BAILEY DEAR REYNOLDS death delight Devonshire Dilke dream Elgin Marbles endeavour Endymion eyes fair fame fancy feel flowers genius George George Keats give Hampstead hand happiness Haydon head hear heart heaven honour hope human Hunt Hyperion imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN KEATS Kean Keats's Kirkcudbright Lamia leave Leigh Hunt letter literary live look Lord Byron melancholy Milton mind morning mortal Muse nature never night numbers pain Paradise Lost passed passion perhaps pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Port Patrick Saturn seems Severn Shakespeare Shelley sincere friend sister sleep Sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit Staffa sure sweet TEIGNMOUTH tell thee thing thou thought tion verse walk wish word Wordsworth write written wrote
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Seite 204 - She found me roots of relish sweet. And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — 'I love thee true!
Seite 233 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Seite 204 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Seite 80 - 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 1
Seite 347 - One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain : The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake...
Seite 118 - Man — of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of Misery and Heartbreak, Pain, Sickness and oppression — whereby this Chamber of Maiden Thought becomes gradually darken'd and at the same time on all sides of it many doors are set open — but all dark — all leading to dark passages — We see not the balance of good and evil. We are in a Mist. We are now in that state — We feel the
Seite 345 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Seite 30 - 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 36 - 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 181 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.