KeatsMacmillan, 1887 - 233 páginas |
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... into friendship . Within a few days of Hunt's release , Clarke walked in from Enfield to call on him ( presumably at the lodging he occupied at this time in the Edgware Road ) . On his return Clarke met 22 [ CHAP . KEATS .
... into friendship . Within a few days of Hunt's release , Clarke walked in from Enfield to call on him ( presumably at the lodging he occupied at this time in the Edgware Road ) . On his return Clarke met 22 [ CHAP . KEATS .
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... walked part of the way home with him , and as they parted , says Clarke , " he turned and gave me the sonnet entitled Written on the day that Mr Leigh Hunt left prison . This I feel to be the first proof I had re- ceived of his having ...
... walked part of the way home with him , and as they parted , says Clarke , " he turned and gave me the sonnet entitled Written on the day that Mr Leigh Hunt left prison . This I feel to be the first proof I had re- ceived of his having ...
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... walked home from his friend's house one night in winter . We find him presenting Hunt with a crown of ivy , and receiving a set of sonnets from him in return . Or they would challenge each other to the com- position of rival pieces on a ...
... walked home from his friend's house one night in winter . We find him presenting Hunt with a crown of ivy , and receiving a set of sonnets from him in return . Or they would challenge each other to the com- position of rival pieces on a ...
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... walked with him on the heath , while he repeated to them , in his rich and tremulous , half - chanting tone , the newly - written passages which best pleased him . From his poetical absorption and Elysian dreams they were accustomed to ...
... walked with him on the heath , while he repeated to them , in his rich and tremulous , half - chanting tone , the newly - written passages which best pleased him . From his poetical absorption and Elysian dreams they were accustomed to ...
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... walked on July 5 , -skirting the wild moors about the Water of Fleet , and passing where Cairnsmore looks down over wooded slopes to the steam- ing estuary of the Cree , —as far as Newton Stewart : thence across the Wigtonshire levels ...
... walked on July 5 , -skirting the wild moors about the Water of Fleet , and passing where Cairnsmore looks down over wooded slopes to the steam- ing estuary of the Cree , —as far as Newton Stewart : thence across the Wigtonshire levels ...
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Abbey admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St expression eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's kind Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton Milton mind nature never once partly passage passion piece pleasant poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring St Agnes stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walked Winchester words Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
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Página 178 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 170 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 177 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 219 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Página 30 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Página 177 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 173 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 173 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 60 - What though I am not wealthy in the dower Of spanning wisdom ; though I do not know The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow Hither and thither all the changing thoughts Of man : though no great minist'ring reason sorts Out the dark mysteries of human souls To clear conceiving : yet there ever rolls A vast idea before me, and I glean Therefrom my liberty ; thence too I've seen The end and aim of Poesy.
Página 112 - I find earlier days are gone by — I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but continual drinking of knowledge.