...poet. It does no harm from its relish of the dark side of things, any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation.*...He is continually in, for, and filling some other body.'8 That is not a description of Milton or Wordsworth or Shelley ; neither does it apply very fully...

...poet. It does no barm from its relish of the dark side of things, any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation....no identity: he is continually in for, and filling, Home other body. The sun, the moon, the sea and men and women, who are creatures of Impulse, are poetical...

...of things, any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation.2 A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence,...He is continually in, for, and filling some other body.'3 That is not a description of Milton or Wordsworth or Shelley ; neither does it apply very fully...

...in varied emotions. Keats, in a letter to Richard Woodhouse, puts the thought in a paradoxical way: "A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity — he is continually informing and filling some other body. The Sun — the Moon — the Sea, and men and women, who are...

...delights the chameleon poet.. .". Am meisten poetisch jedoch ist ihm das Elementare und das Seelische: ,,The sun, — the moon, — the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical . . ." (L. 80; 27. 10. 18). Die Wirkungen der Poesie sind nach Keats immer nur...

...poet. It does no harm from its relish of the dark side of things, any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation....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....

...character, Keats says: "It is not itself — it has no self — it is everything and nothing. A poet . . . has no identity — he is continually in, for, and filling some other body.* . . . When I am in a room with people . . . not myself goes home to myself, but the identity of every...

...poet. It does no harm from its relish of the dark side of things, any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation....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....

...with a not unnatural application to poets in general in one of his letters": „A poet, he writes, is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because...— 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...

...moreTBan'fiTnTrity taste for thlTbT ight one, they both end in speculation. A poet ifT"th«most unpoeucaTof anything in existence, because he has no identity—...continually in, for and filling some other body." This conception helps to explain his meaning when he attributes to Shakespeare the quality of " Negative...