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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... tell ! " The sensual life of verse springs warm from the lips of Kean , and to one learned in Shakespearian hieroglyphics - learned in the spiritual portion of those lines to which Kean adds a sensual grandeur ; his tongue must seem to ...
... tell ! " The sensual life of verse springs warm from the lips of Kean , and to one learned in Shakespearian hieroglyphics - learned in the spiritual portion of those lines to which Kean adds a sensual grandeur ; his tongue must seem to ...
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... tell 1 This is a reminiscence of the quaint but vigorous translation of Chapman . As the Hymn to Pan is not one of the happiest examples of Chapman's manner it will probably be sufficiently unfamiliar to make the following extract ...
... tell 1 This is a reminiscence of the quaint but vigorous translation of Chapman . As the Hymn to Pan is not one of the happiest examples of Chapman's manner it will probably be sufficiently unfamiliar to make the following extract ...
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... tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day - God ' ield you- J K This note , addressed to " Mr. C. C. Clarke , Mr. Towers , Warner Street , Clerkenwell " , seems to have been written before Keats's introduction to Haydon ...
... tell me also when you will help me waste a sullen day - God ' ield you- J K This note , addressed to " Mr. C. C. Clarke , Mr. Towers , Warner Street , Clerkenwell " , seems to have been written before Keats's introduction to Haydon ...
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... tell you what - I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in Mind that on last All hallowmas ' day you gave me you [ r ] ...
... tell you what - I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in Mind that on last All hallowmas ' day you gave me you [ r ] ...
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... tell you how deeply I feel the high enthusiastic praise with which you have spoken of me in the first Sonnet - be assured you shall never repent it — the time shall come if God spare my life - when you will remember it with delight ...
... tell you how deeply I feel the high enthusiastic praise with which you have spoken of me in the first Sonnet - be assured you shall never repent it — the time shall come if God spare my life - when you will remember it with delight ...
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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.