The Complete Works of John Keats, Volumen5Gowans & Gray, 1820 V. I. Poems published in 1817. Endymion -- v. II. Lamia. Isabella, &c. Posthumous poems to 1818 -- v. III. Posthumous poems 1819-1820. Essays & notes -- v. IV. Letters 1814 to Jan. 1819 -- v. V. Letters 1819 & 1820. |
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... Haydon 22 December 1818 LXXXIX . To John Taylor 24 December 1818 . XC . To Fanny Keats 30 December 1818 XCI . To Benjamin Robert Haydon 2 January 1819 ? XCII . To Benjamin Robert Haydon 11 January 1819 ? XCIII . To Fanny Keats January ...
... Haydon 22 December 1818 LXXXIX . To John Taylor 24 December 1818 . XC . To Fanny Keats 30 December 1818 XCI . To Benjamin Robert Haydon 2 January 1819 ? XCII . To Benjamin Robert Haydon 11 January 1819 ? XCIII . To Fanny Keats January ...
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... Haydon 3 October 1819 CXLI . To Fanny Brawne 11 October 1819 . CXLII . To Fanny Brawne 13 October 1819 . CXLIII . To Fanny Keats 16 October 1819 19 October 1819 . October 1819 ? 17 November 1819 • CXLIV . To Fanny Brawne CXLV . To ...
... Haydon 3 October 1819 CXLI . To Fanny Brawne 11 October 1819 . CXLII . To Fanny Brawne 13 October 1819 . CXLIII . To Fanny Keats 16 October 1819 19 October 1819 . October 1819 ? 17 November 1819 • CXLIV . To Fanny Brawne CXLV . To ...
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... . CCL . To Fanny Keats CCII . To Fanny Brawne CCIII . To Fanny Brawne 22 July 1820 July 1820 ? August 1820 ? COIV . To Benjamin Robert Haydon August 1820 Letters - continued CCV . To Fanny Keats 14 August CONTENTS . vii.
... . CCL . To Fanny Keats CCII . To Fanny Brawne CCIII . To Fanny Brawne 22 July 1820 July 1820 ? August 1820 ? COIV . To Benjamin Robert Haydon August 1820 Letters - continued CCV . To Fanny Keats 14 August CONTENTS . vii.
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... Haydon 15 August 1820 CCIX . To John Taylor 15 August 1820 • • COX . To Charles Armitage Brown August 1820 CCXL To Fanny Keats 23 August 1820 CCXII . To Charles Armitage Brown August 1820 CCXIII . To September 1820 . CCXIV . To Charles ...
... Haydon 15 August 1820 CCIX . To John Taylor 15 August 1820 • • COX . To Charles Armitage Brown August 1820 CCXL To Fanny Keats 23 August 1820 CCXII . To Charles Armitage Brown August 1820 CCXIII . To September 1820 . CCXIV . To Charles ...
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... Haydon , Tuesday , Wentworth Place [ Postmark , 23 December 1818 ] . Upon my Soul I never felt your going out of the ... Haydon's journal , is evidently a reply to this of Keats's , and was probably written within a day or two of the ...
... Haydon , Tuesday , Wentworth Place [ Postmark , 23 December 1818 ] . Upon my Soul I never felt your going out of the ... Haydon's journal , is evidently a reply to this of Keats's , and was probably written within a day or two of the ...
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Abbey Esqre Walthamstow Abbey's able affectionate Brother John bear beautiful Bedhampton believe BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON bless BRAWNE Wentworth Place CHARLES ARMITAGE BROWN CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy dear Brown dear Fanny dear Keats dearest Fanny dearest Girl death Dilke Dilke's endeavour FANNY BRAWNE FANNY BRAWNE Wentworth FANNY KEATS February feel friend John Keats George Keats Gisborne give Hampstead happy Haslam hear heard heart hope Hunt Hunt's Isle of Wight Italy JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS JOHN TAYLOR Keats's Kentish Town Lady letter live look Lord Houghton mind Miss Brawne morning mother never night numbers pain pass perhaps pleasure poem poetry Postmark Rd Abbey Esqre received Remember Reynolds Severn Shelley sister Sonnet spirits Street sweet Taylor tell thing thought to-day Volume walk Wentworth Place Winchester wish word write written yesterday
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Página 58 - ... streams, and birds, and bees. The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain. With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night. To let the warm Love in!
Página 49 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd — Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
Página 9 - I see by little and little more of what is to be done, and how it is to be done, should I ever be able to do it.
Página 54 - Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a Soul?
Página 49 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
Página 36 - 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...
Página 53 - Soul as distinguished from an Intelligence. There may be intelligences or sparks of the divinity in millions — but they are not Souls till they acquire identities, till each one is personally itself.
Página 36 - 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 (especially as I have a black eye) I must call it laziness.
Página 83 - If I strive to fill it more it would burst. I know the generality of women would hate me for this; that I should have so unsoften'd, so hard a Mind as to forget them, forget the brightest realities for the dull imaginations of my own Brain. But I conjure you to give it a fair thinking, and ask yourself whether 'tis not better to explain my feelings to you than write artificial Passion.
Página 200 - Oh, God! God! God! Everything I have in my trunks that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear. The silk lining she put in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her — I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her a moment.