The Letters of John KeatsReeves & Turner, 1895 - 522 páginas |
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... trees look you like Launce's Sister " as white as a Lilly and as small as a Wand " —then came houses which died away into a few straggling Barns - then came hedge trees aforesaid again . As the Lamplight crept along the following things ...
... trees look you like Launce's Sister " as white as a Lilly and as small as a Wand " —then came houses which died away into a few straggling Barns - then came hedge trees aforesaid again . As the Lamplight crept along the following things ...
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... Trees - Cow rumi- nating - ditto Donkey - Man and Woman going gingerly along - William seeing his Sisters over the Heath - John waiting with a Lanthorn for his Mistress - Barber's Pole -Doctor's Shop - However after having had my fill ...
... Trees - Cow rumi- nating - ditto Donkey - Man and Woman going gingerly along - William seeing his Sisters over the Heath - John waiting with a Lanthorn for his Mistress - Barber's Pole -Doctor's Shop - However after having had my fill ...
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... trees and bushes in the narrow part , and as it widens becomes bare , if it were not for primroses on one side , which spread to the very verge of the Sea , and some fishermen's huts on the other , perched midway in the Balustrades of ...
... trees and bushes in the narrow part , and as it widens becomes bare , if it were not for primroses on one side , which spread to the very verge of the Sea , and some fishermen's huts on the other , perched midway in the Balustrades of ...
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... trees . Another thing , I was too much in solitude , and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought , as an only resource . However , Tom is with me at present , and we are very comfortable . 1 A poem in Hunt's ...
... trees . Another thing , I was too much in solitude , and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought , as an only resource . However , Tom is with me at present , and we are very comfortable . 1 A poem in Hunt's ...
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... trees . How have you got on among them ? How are the Nymphs ? suppose they have led you a fine dance . Where are you now ? -in Judea , Cappadocia , or the parts of Libya about Cyrene ? Stranger from " Heaven , Hues , and Proto- types ...
... trees . How have you got on among them ? How are the Nymphs ? suppose they have led you a fine dance . Where are you now ? -in Judea , Cappadocia , or the parts of Libya about Cyrene ? Stranger from " Heaven , Hues , and Proto- types ...
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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...