Life of John KeatsW. Scott, 1887 - 217 páginas |
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... suppose that he was thinking of the long and haphazard working hours of a young surgeon or medical man ; in which case , this seems to be the latest instance in which he spoke of himself as still belonging to that profession . 28th of ...
... suppose that he was thinking of the long and haphazard working hours of a young surgeon or medical man ; in which case , this seems to be the latest instance in which he spoke of himself as still belonging to that profession . 28th of ...
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... has no sensations ; what we both are is taken for granted . You will suppose I have by 1 Hitherto printed " life " ; it seems to me clear that “ lips ” is the right word . this time had much talk with her . No such KEATS . 31.
... has no sensations ; what we both are is taken for granted . You will suppose I have by 1 Hitherto printed " life " ; it seems to me clear that “ lips ” is the right word . this time had much talk with her . No such KEATS . 31.
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... suppose to have ever been beautiful in an artist's eyes , or in a poet's either ; and indeed Keats's description of Miss Brawne , which I have just cited , is qualified , chilly , and critical , with regard to beauty . Nevertheless ...
... suppose to have ever been beautiful in an artist's eyes , or in a poet's either ; and indeed Keats's description of Miss Brawne , which I have just cited , is qualified , chilly , and critical , with regard to beauty . Nevertheless ...
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... suppose it possible I could ever leave you ? You know what I think of myself , and what of you : you know that I should feel how much it was my loss , and how little yours . " My friends laugh at you . ' I know some of them : when I ...
... suppose it possible I could ever leave you ? You know what I think of myself , and what of you : you know that I should feel how much it was my loss , and how little yours . " My friends laugh at you . ' I know some of them : when I ...
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... Suppose me in Rome . Well , I should there see you , as in a magic glass , going to and from town at all hours - I wish I could infuse a little con- fidence of human nature into my heart : I cannot muster any . The world is too brutal ...
... Suppose me in Rome . Well , I should there see you , as in a magic glass , going to and from town at all hours - I wish I could infuse a little con- fidence of human nature into my heart : I cannot muster any . The world is too brutal ...
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Página 151 - 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 151 - 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 196 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 197 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Página 114 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 87 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Página 153 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Página 95 - I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Página 88 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal— a new birth...
Página 196 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.