The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 473 páginas In the few short years of his life John Keats created lasting images of beauty. He wrote with a firm touch, with rich yet controlled imagination, with a joyous delight in nature. He possessed an instant alchemy by which he transmuted all sights and sounds into poetry. Voracious reading set him standards rather than furnished him models, and he strove to perfect his poetry through constant creative revision. He pleaded for freedom of imagination as opposed to the constraints of the school of Pope. He traveled widely in a futile search for health. Finally, in Rome, at the age of twenty-five, John Keats died of consumption. -- From publisher's description. |
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... SWEETS ARE GONE ' TO FANNY : ' I CRY YOUR MERCY PITY - LOVE - AY , LOVE ! ' • 214 214 • 215 • 120 121 III . WRITTEN IN THE ... SWEET IV . EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA : ' O ! WERE I ONE OF THE DOVE DIED ' . 125 • OLYMPIAN TWELVE 239 . ODE ON ...
... SWEETS ARE GONE ' TO FANNY : ' I CRY YOUR MERCY PITY - LOVE - AY , LOVE ! ' • 214 214 • 215 • 120 121 III . WRITTEN IN THE ... SWEET IV . EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA : ' O ! WERE I ONE OF THE DOVE DIED ' . 125 • OLYMPIAN TWELVE 239 . ODE ON ...
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... sweets of the rose , And list to the tale of the wreath , and the chain , Till its echoes depart ; then I sink to re ... Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head . Whene'er I wander , at the fall ...
... sweets of the rose , And list to the tale of the wreath , and the chain , Till its echoes depart ; then I sink to re ... Sweet Hope , ethereal balm upon me shed , And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head . Whene'er I wander , at the fall ...
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... sweet Hope , with visage bright , And fright him as the morning fright- ens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile ...
... sweet Hope , with visage bright , And fright him as the morning fright- ens night ! Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow , O bright - eyed Hope , my morbid fancy cheer ; Let me awhile ...
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... SWEET are the pleasures that to verse belong , And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song ; Nor can remembrance , Mathew ! bring to view A fate more pleasing , a delight more true Than that in which the brother Poets joy'd , Who , with ...
... SWEET are the pleasures that to verse belong , And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song ; Nor can remembrance , Mathew ! bring to view A fate more pleasing , a delight more true Than that in which the brother Poets joy'd , Who , with ...
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... sweet- ness Of thy honied voice ; the neatness Of thine ankle lightly turn'd : With those beauties scarce discern'd , Kept with such sweet privacy , That they seldom meet the eye Of the little loves that fly Round about with eager pry ...
... sweet- ness Of thy honied voice ; the neatness Of thine ankle lightly turn'd : With those beauties scarce discern'd , Kept with such sweet privacy , That they seldom meet the eye Of the little loves that fly Round about with eager pry ...
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The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats John Keats,Horace Elisha Scudder Vista completa - 1899 |
The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats John Keats,Horace Elisha Scudder Vista completa - 1899 |
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Albert Auranthe beauty breath bright Brother Brown Charles Armitage Brown Charles Cowden Clarke clouds Conrad dark DEAR death delight Dilke doth dream ears earth Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes fair FANNY FANNY BRAWNE fear feel flowers gentle George George Keats Gersa Glocester golden green Hampstead hand happy hast Haydon head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS JOHN KEATS Keats's kiss lady Lamia leaves Leigh Hunt Letters and Literary light lines lips live look Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph mind morning mortal never night numbers o'er Otho pain pale pass'd pleasant pleasure poem poetry poor Reynolds round seem'd sigh Sigifred silent sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Teignmouth tell thee thine thing THOMAS KEATS thou art thought trees verses voice wings wonder write young
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Página 213 - 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 144 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 135 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Página 144 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 145 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 49 - Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Página 135 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 131 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Página 133 - mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum, pattering the sharp sleet Against the window-panes; St. Agnes
Página 145 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...