The Life and Letters of John KeatsE. Moxon, 1867 - 363 páginas |
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... to have won his place in the first ranks of English poets will not deny the promise of his candidature . When a man has had a fair field of existence before him and free scope for the exhibition of his energies , it becomes.
... to have won his place in the first ranks of English poets will not deny the promise of his candidature . When a man has had a fair field of existence before him and free scope for the exhibition of his energies , it becomes.
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... becomes a super- fluous and generally an unprofitable task to collect together the unimportant incidents of his career and hoard up the scattered remnants of his mind , most of which he would probably have himself wished to be forgotten ...
... becomes a super- fluous and generally an unprofitable task to collect together the unimportant incidents of his career and hoard up the scattered remnants of his mind , most of which he would probably have himself wished to be forgotten ...
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... become familiar with the works of Lord Byron , and invoked him in some pucrile lines , to which the relations in after life between the proud and successful poet and the young aspirant can alone give an interest . Byron ! how sweetly ...
... become familiar with the works of Lord Byron , and invoked him in some pucrile lines , to which the relations in after life between the proud and successful poet and the young aspirant can alone give an interest . Byron ! how sweetly ...
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... other and far different fields of action ; and the few , in whom the prophecy is accomplished --who become what they have believed - will often turn away with uneasy satiety from present satisfaction to the memory of JOHN KEATS . 13.
... other and far different fields of action ; and the few , in whom the prophecy is accomplished --who become what they have believed - will often turn away with uneasy satiety from present satisfaction to the memory of JOHN KEATS . 13.
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... become part and parcel of the language , " the wonder is rather that he sloughed off so fast so many of his offending peculiarities , and in his third volume attained a purity and concinnity of phraseology , that left little to recall ...
... become part and parcel of the language , " the wonder is rather that he sloughed off so fast so many of his offending peculiarities , and in his third volume attained a purity and concinnity of phraseology , that left little to recall ...
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The Life & Letters of John Keats Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton),John Keats Vista completa - 1927 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 204 - She found me roots of relish sweet. And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — 'I love thee true!
Página 233 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drowned Both harp and voice ; nor could the Muse defend Her son.
Página 204 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Página 80 - The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My name is Ozymandias, / king of kings: // Look on my works, ye Mighty, / and despair 1
Página 347 - One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain : The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake...
Página 118 - Man — of convincing one's nerves that the world is full of Misery and Heartbreak, Pain, Sickness and oppression — whereby this Chamber of Maiden Thought becomes gradually darken'd and at the same time on all sides of it many doors are set open — but all dark — all leading to dark passages — We see not the balance of good and evil. We are in a Mist. We are now in that state — We feel the
Página 345 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the...
Página 30 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Página 36 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Página 181 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.