The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 páginas |
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... seems well worth while to supply aid in following the steps of Keats by giving a series of topographical illustrations . These are of an entirely authentic kind , taken for the most part from contemporary prints ; so that , when the ...
... seems well worth while to supply aid in following the steps of Keats by giving a series of topographical illustrations . These are of an entirely authentic kind , taken for the most part from contemporary prints ; so that , when the ...
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... seem like Mice to mine . I read and write about eight hours a day . There is an old saying " well begun is half done " - ' tis a bad one . I would use instead , " Not begun at all till half done ; " so according to that I have not begun ...
... seem like Mice to mine . I read and write about eight hours a day . There is an old saying " well begun is half done " - ' tis a bad one . I would use instead , " Not begun at all till half done ; " so according to that I have not begun ...
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... seems that the only end to be gained in acquiring French is the immense accomplishment of speaking it— it is none at all - a most lamentable mistake indeed . Italian indeed would sound most musically from Lips which had began to ...
... seems that the only end to be gained in acquiring French is the immense accomplishment of speaking it— it is none at all - a most lamentable mistake indeed . Italian indeed would sound most musically from Lips which had began to ...
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... seems at Loggerheads . There's Hunt infatuated — there's Hay- don's picture in statu quo - There's Hunt walks up and down his painting room - criticising every head most unmercifully . There's Horace Smith tired of Hunt . " The web of ...
... seems at Loggerheads . There's Hunt infatuated — there's Hay- don's picture in statu quo - There's Hunt walks up and down his painting room - criticising every head most unmercifully . There's Horace Smith tired of Hunt . " The web of ...
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... seems indeed of late " years to have been forgotten as a Poetical excellence- " But enough of this , I put on no Laurels till I shall " have finished Endymion , and I hope Apollo is not " angered at my having made a Mockery at Hunt's ...
... seems indeed of late " years to have been forgotten as a Poetical excellence- " But enough of this , I put on no Laurels till I shall " have finished Endymion , and I hope Apollo is not " angered at my having made a Mockery at Hunt's ...
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Abbey affectionate Brother John beautiful Bedhampton Ben Nevis BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy dear Fanny dear Haydon dear Reynolds delight Dilke dined endeavour Endymion eyes FANNY BRAWNE FANNY KEATS feel friend John Keats George give Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart hope Hunt Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Lady lately leave letter live look miles mind Miss morning Mother Mountains never night pass perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem poet Poetry poor Port Patrick Postmark pretty remember Rice seen Shanklin sincere friend Sister sonnet soon sorry sort soul speak spirits Staffa sweet talk Taylor Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town walk Walthamstow Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday
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Página 256 - 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 wondrous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees...
Página 210 - As to the poetical character itself (I mean that sort, of which, if I am anything, I am a member; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone...
Página 84 - SOULS of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Página 491 - The music, yearning like a God in pain, She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by...
Página 2 - GREAT spirits now on earth are sojourning : He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing : He of the rose, the violet, the spring, The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake : And lo ! whose steadfastness would never take A meaner sound than Raphael's whispering. And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come : These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye...
Página 57 - Dilke upon 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 80 - WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That...
Página 331 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Página 332 - When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire...
Página 84 - Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An astrologer's old quill To a sheepskin gave the story, Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a...