Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 páginas |
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... written in the autumn of 1818 and spring of 1819 , and between them occupy nearly a quarter of the whole volume . I have shown elsewhere 1 how much of their value and interest was sacrificed by Mr. Jeffrey's omissions . Besides these ...
... written in the autumn of 1818 and spring of 1819 , and between them occupy nearly a quarter of the whole volume . I have shown elsewhere 1 how much of their value and interest was sacrificed by Mr. Jeffrey's omissions . Besides these ...
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... written at intervals sometimes during two or three months , of the long journal - letters to America . On these ... Writing to his nearest relatives or most intimate friends , he is always quoting for their pleasure poems of his own now ...
... written at intervals sometimes during two or three months , of the long journal - letters to America . On these ... Writing to his nearest relatives or most intimate friends , he is always quoting for their pleasure poems of his own now ...
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... written quarto ( or sometimes extra folio ) sheets , in which the young poet has poured out to those he loved his whole self indiscriminately , generosity and fretfulness , ardour and despondency , boyish petulance side by side with ...
... written quarto ( or sometimes extra folio ) sheets , in which the young poet has poured out to those he loved his whole self indiscriminately , generosity and fretfulness , ardour and despondency , boyish petulance side by side with ...
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... written in an English which by its peculiar alert and varied movement sometimes recalls , perhaps more closely than that of any other writer ( for the young Cockney has Shakspeare in his blood ) , the prose passages of Hamlet and Much ...
... written in an English which by its peculiar alert and varied movement sometimes recalls , perhaps more closely than that of any other writer ( for the young Cockney has Shakspeare in his blood ) , the prose passages of Hamlet and Much ...
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... written the new Tragedy , God bless her - I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week . Brothers ' and my Remembrances to your kind Sisters . Yours most sincerely JOHN KEATS . 1 Not the long poem published under that title ...
... written the new Tragedy , God bless her - I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week . Brothers ' and my Remembrances to your kind Sisters . Yours most sincerely JOHN KEATS . 1 Not the long poem published under that title ...
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Términos y frases comunes
affectionate Brother JOHN affectionate friend JOHN beautiful Ben Nevis BENJAMIN BAILEY BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON Book Brown called Charles Cowden Clarke CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE copy delightful Devonshire Dilke dined Endymion eyes FANNY KEATS feel friend JOHN KEATS George give glad Hampstead happy Haslam Hazlitt head hear heard heart heaven hope Hunt idea Imagination Isle Isle of Wight JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Lady lately leave Leigh Hunt letter lines Little Britain live look Miles mind Miss morning Mountains never night perhaps pleasant pleasure Poem poet Poetry poor Port Patrick pretty remember Rice seen Shakspeare sincere friend JOHN sister sonnet soon sort soul speak spirit talk TAYLOR Teignmouth tell thee thing THOMAS KEATS thou thought to-day to-morrow town trees walk Wentworth Place wish word Wordsworth write written wrote yesterday young
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Página 237 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Página 260 - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming : Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind...
Página 261 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Página 25 - But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
Página 206 - 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 48 - 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 250 - She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.
Página 168 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Página 184 - 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.
Página 207 - Tales and golden histories Of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber'd, never cloying.