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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... continual burning of thought , as an only resource.1 However , Tom is with me at present , and we are very comfortable . We intend , though , to get among some trees . How have you got on among them ? How are the Nymphs ? I suppose they ...
... continual burning of thought , as an only resource.1 However , Tom is with me at present , and we are very comfortable . We intend , though , to get among some trees . How have you got on among them ? How are the Nymphs ? I suppose they ...
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... continual up - hill journeying . Now 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 all these cogitations into the sea ...
... continual up - hill journeying . Now 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 all these cogitations into the sea ...
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... continual anxiety for me — and I assure you that your welfare and fame is and will be a chief pleasure to me all my Life . I know no one but you who can be fully sensible of the turmoil and anxiety , the sacrifice of all what is called ...
... continual anxiety for me — and I assure you that your welfare and fame is and will be a chief pleasure to me all my Life . I know no one but you who can be fully sensible of the turmoil and anxiety , the sacrifice of all what is called ...
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... continual itching that all the housewives should have their coppers well scoured . The ancients were Emperors of vast provinces ; they had only heard of the remote ones , and scarcely cared to visit them . I will cut all this . I will ...
... continual itching that all the housewives should have their coppers well scoured . The ancients were Emperors of vast provinces ; they had only heard of the remote ones , and scarcely cared to visit them . I will cut all this . I will ...
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... continual courtesy between the heavens and the earth . The heavens rain down their unwelcomeness , and the earth sends it up again , to be returned to - morrow . Tom has taken a fancy to a physician here , Dr. Turton , and , I think ...
... continual courtesy between the heavens and the earth . The heavens rain down their unwelcomeness , and the earth sends it up again , to be returned to - morrow . Tom has taken a fancy to a physician here , Dr. Turton , and , I think ...
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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.