The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 páginas |
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... souls that were , were forfeit once ; And he that might the ' vantage best have took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III , Scene 2 , Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing ...
... souls that were , were forfeit once ; And he that might the ' vantage best have took , Found out the remedy . That against is in Twelfth Night , Act III , Scene 2 , Maria . For there is no Christian that means to be saved by believing ...
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... Souls will daily go To learn each others mind . Nay , should we never meet to Sense , Our Souls would hold Intelligence . Inspired with a Flame Divine I scorn to court a stay ; For from that noble Soul of thine I ne're can be away . But ...
... Souls will daily go To learn each others mind . Nay , should we never meet to Sense , Our Souls would hold Intelligence . Inspired with a Flame Divine I scorn to court a stay ; For from that noble Soul of thine I ne're can be away . But ...
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... Soul in me shall lie , And all thy thoughts reveal ; Then back again with mine shall flie , And thence to me shall steal . Thus still to one another tend ; Such is the sacred name of Friend . Thus our twin - Souls in one shall grow ...
... Soul in me shall lie , And all thy thoughts reveal ; Then back again with mine shall flie , And thence to me shall steal . Thus still to one another tend ; Such is the sacred name of Friend . Thus our twin - Souls in one shall grow ...
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... soul taken off to become fit for this world . I like this place very much . There is Hill and Dale and a little River . I went up Box hill this Evening after the moon- you a ' seen the Moon " -came down , and wrote some lines . Whenever ...
... soul taken off to become fit for this world . I like this place very much . There is Hill and Dale and a little River . I went up Box hill this Evening after the moon- you a ' seen the Moon " -came down , and wrote some lines . Whenever ...
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... soul ? do you not remember forming to yourself the Singer's face - more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the elevation of the Moment , you did not think so ? Even then you were mounted on the Wings of Imagination , so ...
... soul ? do you not remember forming to yourself the Singer's face - more beautiful than it was possible , and yet , with the elevation of the Moment , you did not think so ? Even then you were mounted on the Wings of Imagination , so ...
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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...