The Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First Brought Together, Including Poems and Numerous Letters Not Before Published, Volumen3Reeves & Turner, 1883 |
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... week , comprising as they do , the utmost of quiet and turbulence , invite us to say a few words on his acting in general . We have done this before , but we do it again without remorse . Amid his numerous excellen- cies , the one which ...
... week , comprising as they do , the utmost of quiet and turbulence , invite us to say a few words on his acting in general . We have done this before , but we do it again without remorse . Amid his numerous excellen- cies , the one which ...
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... that Keats should have taken this idea into the stock of his conversation within a week after publishing it . and flaunting in the busy air , or when it 6 ON SHAKESPEARE AND KEAN'S ACTING . Page 23 Miscellaneous Letters-continued Page.
... that Keats should have taken this idea into the stock of his conversation within a week after publishing it . and flaunting in the busy air , or when it 6 ON SHAKESPEARE AND KEAN'S ACTING . Page 23 Miscellaneous Letters-continued Page.
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... week or so , I became not over capable in my upper stories , and set off pell - mell for Margate , at least a hun- 1 See Appendix on The Examiner for the 4th of May 1817 . dred and fifty miles , because , forsooth , I MISCELLANEOUS ...
... week or so , I became not over capable in my upper stories , and set off pell - mell for Margate , at least a hun- 1 See Appendix on The Examiner for the 4th of May 1817 . dred and fifty miles , because , forsooth , I MISCELLANEOUS ...
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... week , but have been so interrupted that the postman rang his bell every night in vain , and with a sound that made my heart quake . I think you did quite right to leave the Isle of Wight if you felt no relief ; and being quite alone ...
... week , but have been so interrupted that the postman rang his bell every night in vain , and with a sound that made my heart quake . I think you did quite right to leave the Isle of Wight if you felt no relief ; and being quite alone ...
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... Week , yet the old woman made me take it with me though I went off in a hurry . Do you not think this is ominous of good ? I am glad you say every man of great views is at times tormented as I am . Sunday after [ 11 May 1817 ] . This ...
... Week , yet the old woman made me take it with me though I went off in a hurry . Do you not think this is ominous of good ? I am glad you say every man of great views is at times tormented as I am . Sunday after [ 11 May 1817 ] . This ...
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Página 23 - Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven : The roof was fretted gold.
Página 292 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Página 99 - 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 28 - 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 233 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing 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.
Página 22 - The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind...
Página 22 - With orient colours waving: with them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appeared, and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Página 23 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 234 - It is a wretched thing to confess, but it is a very fact, that not one word I ever utter can be taken for granted as an opinion growing out of my identical nature. How can it, when I have no nature?
Página 280 - This morning I am in a sort of temper^ indolent and supremely careless; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence;" my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lilies, I should call it languor ; but, as I am, I must call it laziness.