John Keats, Volumen1

Portada
Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 1293 páginas

Dentro del libro

Páginas seleccionadas

Otras ediciones - Ver todas

Términos y frases comunes

Pasajes populares

Página 246 - She dwells with Beauty— Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...
Página 334 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Página 524 - I scarcely remember counting upon any Happiness— I look not for it if it be not in the present hour— nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting Sun will always set me to rights— or if a Sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel.
Página 304 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 495 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 221 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and...
Página 222 - And can I ever bid these joys farewell ? Yes, I must pass them for a nobler life, Where I may find the agonies, the strife Of human hearts...
Página 623 - The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted...
Página 575 - I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their...
Página 526 - The Imagination may be compared to Adam's dream: he awoke and found it Truth. I am more zealous in this affair, because I have never yet been able to perceive how anything can be known for Truth by consecutive reasoning, and yet it must be so.

Acerca del autor (1925)

Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 - May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts, who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926. Although Amy Lowell did not look like the stereotypical poet---she was of ample build and enjoyed smoking large black cigars in public---she did write verse that was revolutionary in its time. When "Sword Blades" and "Poppy Seed" (1914) were published, she emerged as the leader of the new poetry movement called the imagist school, and so thoroughly was she identified with this new precise and delicate style that Ezra Pound jokingly proposed to retitle it "Amygism." Two of her poems, "Patterns" (1915) and "A Lady" (1914) are frequently anthologized, both demonstrating her vivid depiction of color, agility with sharp images, and precise use of words. Lowell came from a well-known and established Boston family that included James Russell Lowell as one of her predecessors and was later to produce another well-known poet in the person of Robert Lowell. Louis Untermeyer said of Amy Lowell in his introduction to "The Complete Poetical Works" (1955), that "her final place in the history of American literature has not been determined, but the importance of her influence remains unquestioned. Underneath her preoccupation with the need for novelty...she was a dynamic force." Her posthumous volume, "What's O'Clock" (1925), was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1926.

Información bibliográfica