The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Band 3Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... Postmark , No. 21 ] Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure , and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion - I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon . My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the E [ 1 ] lipsis ...
... Postmark , No. 21 ] Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure , and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion - I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon . My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the E [ 1 ] lipsis ...
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... [ Postmark , Lombard Street , 17 December 1816. ] You may now look at Minerva's Ægis with im- punity , seeing that my awful Visage did not turn you into a John Doree . You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy - I will use my ...
... [ Postmark , Lombard Street , 17 December 1816. ] You may now look at Minerva's Ægis with im- punity , seeing that my awful Visage did not turn you into a John Doree . You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy - I will use my ...
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... [ Postmark , 16 April 1817. ] I am safe at Southampton - after having ridden three stages outside and the rest in for it began to be very cold . I did not know the Names of any of the Towns I passed through - all I can tell you is that ...
... [ Postmark , 16 April 1817. ] I am safe at Southampton - after having ridden three stages outside and the rest in for it began to be very cold . I did not know the Names of any of the Towns I passed through - all I can tell you is that ...
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... [ Postmark , 13 May 1817. ] Let Fame , that all pant after in their lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And so grace us in the disgrace of death : When spite of cormorant devouring time The endeavour of this present breath may ...
... [ Postmark , 13 May 1817. ] Let Fame , that all pant after in their lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And so grace us in the disgrace of death : When spite of cormorant devouring time The endeavour of this present breath may ...
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... [ Postmark , Leatherhead , 22 November 1817. ] My dear Bailey , I will get over the first part of this ( unpaid ) letter as soon as possible , for it relates to the affairs of poor Cripps . To a man of your nature such a letter as Hay ...
... [ Postmark , Leatherhead , 22 November 1817. ] My dear Bailey , I will get over the first part of this ( unpaid ) letter as soon as possible , for it relates to the affairs of poor Cripps . To a man of your nature such a letter as Hay ...
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Seite 23 - Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold.
Seite 292 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Seite 99 - 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 28 - 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 233 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing 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.
Seite 22 - The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind...
Seite 22 - With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Seite 23 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Seite 234 - It is a wretched thing to confess, but it is a very fact, that not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature. How can it, when I have no nature?
Seite 280 - 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.