The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
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Pàgina vii
... FEARS THAT 13 I MAY CEASE TO BE " · 14 DOWN P AND POETRY 18 ON SEEING A LOCK OF MILTON'S HAIR 39 ON SITTING TO READ ' KING • • LE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE : I 24 LEAR ' ONCE AGAIN • · R GEORGE 26 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 698888555 88 888 ...
... FEARS THAT 13 I MAY CEASE TO BE " · 14 DOWN P AND POETRY 18 ON SEEING A LOCK OF MILTON'S HAIR 39 ON SITTING TO READ ' KING • • LE TO MY BROTHER GEORGE : I 24 LEAR ' ONCE AGAIN • · R GEORGE 26 LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN 698888555 88 888 ...
Pàgina xxi
... fears that I may cease to be , ' and in that written on sitting down to read King Lear once again . The very completion of his task set free new fancies , and there is a spon- taneity in his occasional verse and in his letters which ...
... fears that I may cease to be , ' and in that written on sitting down to read King Lear once again . The very completion of his task set free new fancies , and there is a spon- taneity in his occasional verse and in his letters which ...
Pàgina xxiii
... fear of pov- erty as his weakness grew upon him . Nothing seemed to go well with him ; his love affair brought him little else than exquisite pain . It is probable that on Keats's side the pride which was so dominant a chord in his ...
... fear of pov- erty as his weakness grew upon him . Nothing seemed to go well with him ; his love affair brought him little else than exquisite pain . It is probable that on Keats's side the pride which was so dominant a chord in his ...
Pàgina 2
... fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . TO BYRON The date of December , 1814 , is given to this sonnet by Lord Houghton in Life , Letters , and Literary Remains , where it was ...
... fears . On earth the good man base detraction bars From thy fair name , and waters it with tears . TO BYRON The date of December , 1814 , is given to this sonnet by Lord Houghton in Life , Letters , and Literary Remains , where it was ...
Pàgina 7
... Letters and Literary Remains , but undated . FRESH morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom , - -now from gloom iness I mount for ever - not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall content my bier . No.
... Letters and Literary Remains , but undated . FRESH morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom , - -now from gloom iness I mount for ever - not an atom less Than the proud laurel shall content my bier . No.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 144 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pàgina 131 - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Pàgina 139 - 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.
Pàgina 259 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pàgina 145 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Pàgina 135 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Pàgina 145 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Pàgina 135 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Pàgina 49 - 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...
Pàgina 127 - Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.