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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... hearts , that there are not two Duke Richards , but one Duke Richard . " ' Tis yet to know " with many that this same Duke of York is the father of their old , savage , crafty , and courageous favou- rite , Richard the Third . The ...
... hearts , that there are not two Duke Richards , but one Duke Richard . " ' Tis yet to know " with many that this same Duke of York is the father of their old , savage , crafty , and courageous favou- rite , Richard the Third . The ...
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... hearts a perpetual and golden dream . The poetry of " Lear , " " Othello , " " Cymbeline , " & c . , is the poetry of human passions and affections , made almost ... heart , then cools , and ne'er 8 ON SHAKESPEARE AND KEAN'S ACTING .
... hearts a perpetual and golden dream . The poetry of " Lear , " " Othello , " " Cymbeline , " & c . , is the poetry of human passions and affections , made almost ... heart , then cools , and ne'er 8 ON SHAKESPEARE AND KEAN'S ACTING .
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... heart , then cools , and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again . But see his face is black and full of blood : His eye - balls further out than when he lived , Staring full ghastly , like a strangled man ; His hair ...
... heart , then cools , and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again . But see his face is black and full of blood : His eye - balls further out than when he lived , Staring full ghastly , like a strangled man ; His hair ...
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... hearts swelled with the feeling of tears , which is a deeper feeling than the starting of them in the eye . His tongue ... heart dwells and dotes upon some long - loved object : — " Bring in my dear boy , Rutland . [ Enter RUTLAND with ...
... hearts swelled with the feeling of tears , which is a deeper feeling than the starting of them in the eye . His tongue ... heart dwells and dotes upon some long - loved object : — " Bring in my dear boy , Rutland . [ Enter RUTLAND with ...
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... heart about the middle summer . O Shakespeare thy ways are but just searchable ! The thing is a piece of profound verdure . Troylus and Cressida.1 I have ( as when the Sunne doth light a - scorne ) Buried this sigh , in wrinkle of a ...
... heart about the middle summer . O Shakespeare thy ways are but just searchable ! The thing is a piece of profound verdure . Troylus and Cressida.1 I have ( as when the Sunne doth light a - scorne ) Buried this sigh , in wrinkle of a ...
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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.