Letters of John Keats to His Family and FriendsMacmillan and Company, 1891 - 377 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 39
Página xiv
... nature , and from the extreme unreserve with which he lays himself open alike in his weakness and his strength . The other great letter - writers in English are men to some degree on their guard men , if not of the world , at least of ...
... nature , and from the extreme unreserve with which he lays himself open alike in his weakness and his strength . The other great letter - writers in English are men to some degree on their guard men , if not of the world , at least of ...
Página xv
... natural to his breeding , as well as a touch of staidness and formality proper to his age . Byron offers an extreme ... nature , in romance , and in antiquity , went along with perceptions painfully acute in matters of daily life , and ...
... natural to his breeding , as well as a touch of staidness and formality proper to his age . Byron offers an extreme ... nature , in romance , and in antiquity , went along with perceptions painfully acute in matters of daily life , and ...
Página xvii
... nature of the man , the diffi- culty of separating the exquisite from the common , the healthful from the diseased , in his mind and work , considering also the use that has already been made of the materials , I have decided in this ...
... nature of the man , the diffi- culty of separating the exquisite from the common , the healthful from the diseased , in his mind and work , considering also the use that has already been made of the materials , I have decided in this ...
Página 37
... nature , and mine must be radically wrong , for it will lie dormant a whole month . This leads me to suppose that there are no men thoroughly wicked , so as never to be self - spiritual- ised into a kind of sublime misery ; but , alas ...
... nature , and mine must be radically wrong , for it will lie dormant a whole month . This leads me to suppose that there are no men thoroughly wicked , so as never to be self - spiritual- ised into a kind of sublime misery ; but , alas ...
Página 40
... nature such a Letter as Haydon's must have been extremely cutting— What occasions the greater part of the World's Quarrels ? -simply this - two Minds meet , and do not understand each other time enough to prevent any shock or surprise ...
... nature such a Letter as Haydon's must have been extremely cutting— What occasions the greater part of the World's Quarrels ? -simply this - two Minds meet , and do not understand each other time enough to prevent any shock or surprise ...
Contenido
142 | |
153 | |
161 | |
163 | |
167 | |
182 | |
211 | |
265 | |
61 | |
67 | |
69 | |
73 | |
82 | |
88 | |
94 | |
99 | |
113 | |
116 | |
118 | |
119 | |
136 | |
280 | |
286 | |
305 | |
318 | |
325 | |
331 | |
337 | |
347 | |
356 | |
362 | |
368 | |
374 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
affectionate Brother JOHN affectionate friend JOHN beautiful Ben Nevis BENJAMIN BAILEY BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy delightful Devonshire Dilke dined Endymion eyes FANNY KEATS feel friend JOHN KEATS George give glad Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt idea Imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Lady lately leave Leigh Hunt letter Little Britain live look Miles mind Miss morning Mountains never night perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem poet Poetry poor Port Patrick pretty remember Rice seen Shakspeare sincere friend JOHN sister sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit talk TAYLOR Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday young
Pasajes populares
Página 235 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Página 207 - BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth ! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new ? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wond'rous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees And one another, in soft ease...
Página 258 - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming : Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind...
Página 259 - 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 25 - But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
Página 168 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 48 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Página 167 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own Works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood or the Quarterly could possibly inflict...
Página 105 - Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian ? or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan ? O, give me their old vigour, and unheard Save of the quiet Primrose, and the span Of heaven and few ears, Rounded by thee, my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day.
Página 69 - Or the seven stars to light you, Or the polar ray to right you; But you never may behold Little John, or Robin bold; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair hostess Merriment, Down beside the pasture Trent; For he left the merry tale Messenger for spicy ale.