The Complete Poetical Works of John KeatsHoughton, Mifflin Company, 1899 - 473 pàgines |
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Pàgina vi
... mind and character . And since the volume of Keats's production is not large , and much of his posthumous poetry is rightly classed with his own acknowledged work , it seemed best to give everything , but to make the natural ...
... mind and character . And since the volume of Keats's production is not large , and much of his posthumous poetry is rightly classed with his own acknowledged work , it seemed best to give everything , but to make the natural ...
Pàgina xvi
... mind's eye I now see him at supper , sitting back on the form from the table , holding the folio volume of Burnet's History of his Own Time between himself and the table , eating his meal from behind it . This work , and Leigh Hunt's ...
... mind's eye I now see him at supper , sitting back on the form from the table , holding the folio volume of Burnet's History of his Own Time between himself and the table , eating his meal from behind it . This work , and Leigh Hunt's ...
Pàgina xvii
... mind at the time , my dexterity seemed a miracle , and I never took up the lancet again . ' It may be assumed that not later than the summer of 1816 , when Keats was approaching his majority , he laid aside his instruments , never to ...
... mind at the time , my dexterity seemed a miracle , and I never took up the lancet again . ' It may be assumed that not later than the summer of 1816 , when Keats was approaching his majority , he laid aside his instruments , never to ...
Pàgina xix
... mind to pleasant converse , yet was , as he knew well , the direct road to converse with nature . Perhaps , in the lines , ' I stood tiptoe , ' it is the close and loving observation of nature which first arrests one's attention , but a ...
... mind to pleasant converse , yet was , as he knew well , the direct road to converse with nature . Perhaps , in the lines , ' I stood tiptoe , ' it is the close and loving observation of nature which first arrests one's attention , but a ...
Pàgina xxiii
... mind upon Fanny , I have not dared to think of her . The only comfort I have had that way has been in think- ing for hours together of having the knife she gave me put in a silver case the hair in a locket - and the pocket - book in a ...
... mind upon Fanny , I have not dared to think of her . The only comfort I have had that way has been in think- ing for hours together of having the knife she gave me put in a silver case the hair in a locket - and the pocket - book in a ...
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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.