Letters of John Keats to His Family and FriendsMacmillan and Company, 1891 - 377 páginas |
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... whole volume . I have shown elsewhere 1 how much of their value and interest was sacrificed by Mr. Jeffrey's omissions . Besides these manuscript sources , I have drawn largely on Mr. Buxton Forman's elaborate edition of Keats's works ...
... whole volume . I have shown elsewhere 1 how much of their value and interest was sacrificed by Mr. Jeffrey's omissions . Besides these manuscript sources , I have drawn largely on Mr. Buxton Forman's elaborate edition of Keats's works ...
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... whole self indiscriminately , generosity and fretfulness , ardour and despondency , boyish petulance side by side with manful good sense , the tattle of suburban parlours with the speculations of a spirit unsurpassed for native poetic ...
... whole self indiscriminately , generosity and fretfulness , ardour and despondency , boyish petulance side by side with manful good sense , the tattle of suburban parlours with the speculations of a spirit unsurpassed for native poetic ...
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... whole north Angle of the Isle of Wight , with the water between us . In the 3rd place , I see Carisbrooke Castle from my window , and have found several delightful wood - alleys , and copses , and quick freshes.1 As for primroses - the ...
... whole north Angle of the Isle of Wight , with the water between us . In the 3rd place , I see Carisbrooke Castle from my window , and have found several delightful wood - alleys , and copses , and quick freshes.1 As for primroses - the ...
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... whole of it - I began with a little , but habit has made me a Leviathan . I had become all in a Tremble from not having written anything of late - the Sonnet overleaf did me good . 1 slept the better last night for it - this Morning ...
... whole of it - I began with a little , but habit has made me a Leviathan . I had become all in a Tremble from not having written anything of late - the Sonnet overleaf did me good . 1 slept the better last night for it - this Morning ...
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... whole life , appears to me like a whale's back in the sea of prose . I ought to have said a word on Shakspeare's Christianity . There are two which I have not looked over with you , touching the thing : the one for , the other against ...
... whole life , appears to me like a whale's back in the sea of prose . I ought to have said a word on Shakspeare's Christianity . There are two which I have not looked over with you , touching the thing : the one for , the other against ...
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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
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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.