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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... hope never comes That comes to all , but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . Such place Eternal Justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In ...
... hope never comes That comes to all , but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . Such place Eternal Justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In ...
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... P [ h ] alanges of Spirits so depressed as to be " uplifted beyond hope ❞— the short mitigation of Misery - the thousand Melan- cholies and Magnificences of this Page - leaves no room 22 NOTES ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST .
... P [ h ] alanges of Spirits so depressed as to be " uplifted beyond hope ❞— the short mitigation of Misery - the thousand Melan- cholies and Magnificences of this Page - leaves no room 22 NOTES ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST .
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... hope to be invulnerable in those bright arms . " Another instance is " Pensive I sat alone . " We need not mention " Tears such as Angels weep . " Hail , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born ! * * * * * * So much the rather ...
... hope to be invulnerable in those bright arms . " Another instance is " Pensive I sat alone . " We need not mention " Tears such as Angels weep . " Hail , holy Light , offspring of Heaven first - born ! * * * * * * So much the rather ...
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... hope I shall do it . COUNT . Come . - May it please your Grace to take note of a gentleman , well seen , deeply read , and thoroughly grounded , in the hidden knowledge of all sallets and pot - herbs whatsoever ? DUKE . I shall desire ...
... hope I shall do it . COUNT . Come . - May it please your Grace to take note of a gentleman , well seen , deeply read , and thoroughly grounded , in the hidden knowledge of all sallets and pot - herbs whatsoever ? DUKE . I shall desire ...
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... hope to finish it in one more attack - I believe you I went to Richards's - it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day . His Remembrances to you . ( Ext . from the common place Book of my Mind - Mem . - Wednesday ...
... hope to finish it in one more attack - I believe you I went to Richards's - it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day . His Remembrances to you . ( Ext . from the common place Book of my Mind - Mem . - Wednesday ...
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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.