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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... round its marge reflected woven bowers , And , in its middle space , a sky that never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins , and golden scales ' light Cast ...
... round its marge reflected woven bowers , And , in its middle space , a sky that never lowers . There the kingfisher saw his plumage bright , Vying with fish of brilliant dye below ; Whose silken fins , and golden scales ' light Cast ...
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... round his brow , And grin and look proudly , And blaspheme so loudly , And live for that honour , to stoop to thee now ? O Delphic Apollo ! TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A LAUREL CROWN First printed by Lord Houghton in the Life , Letters ...
... round his brow , And grin and look proudly , And blaspheme so loudly , And live for that honour , to stoop to thee now ? O Delphic Apollo ! TO A YOUNG LADY WHO SENT ME A LAUREL CROWN First printed by Lord Houghton in the Life , Letters ...
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... round my ears , And as it reaches each delicious ending , Let me write down a line of glorious tone , And full of many wonders of the spheres : For what a height my spirit is contend- ing ! ' Tis not content so soon to be alone . sent ...
... round my ears , And as it reaches each delicious ending , Let me write down a line of glorious tone , And full of many wonders of the spheres : For what a height my spirit is contend- ing ! ' Tis not content so soon to be alone . sent ...
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... round like globes that rise From the censer to the skies 20 Through sunny air . Add too , the sweet- ness Of thy honied voice ; the neatness Of thine ankle lightly turn'd : With those beauties scarce discern'd , Kept with suc sweet ...
... round like globes that rise From the censer to the skies 20 Through sunny air . Add too , the sweet- ness Of thy honied voice ; the neatness Of thine ankle lightly turn'd : With those beauties scarce discern'd , Kept with suc sweet ...
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... Round which is heard a spring - head of they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters The spreading blue - bells : it may haply From out the middle air , from flowery And lovely. ' I ...
... Round which is heard a spring - head of they slept On the blue fields of heaven , and then there Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters The spreading blue - bells : it may haply From out the middle air , from flowery And lovely. ' I ...
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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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affectionate Brother JOHN Albert Auranthe beautiful BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON breath bright Brown Charles Armitage Brown Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE clouds Conrad dark death delight Dilke doth dream ears Endymion Erminia Ethelbert eyes fair FANNY BRAWNE FANNY KEATS fear feel flowers friend JOHN KEATS George Gersa give Glocester Hampstead hand happy Haydon head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Keats's lady Lamia leave letter lines lips live look Lord Lord Houghton Ludolph mind morning never night numbers o'er Otho pain pass pleasant pleasure poem poetry poor Reynolds Sigifred sister sleep soft song sonnet soon soul speak spirit sweet Teignmouth tell thee thine thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees verses voice walk Wentworth Place wings wish words write written wrote yesterday
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Página 203 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Página 125 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 146 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 203 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...
Página 135 - 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 ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 33 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights ; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 33 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth...
Página 125 - 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 125 - 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 117 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.